The stars tonight are as though diamonds
crashing down into the ungovernable sea.
The room smells distinctly of black coffee,
scattered pages and books upon bedsheet.
I glance into the mirror that beckons near,
slide into a portal of memories, enthralled.
What is this feeling that consumes, I smile
unraveling an era of foolishness and doubt.
Ringed, with fingerprints and faery dust is
a lavender laptop, that rests atop a dresser.
Dearer than rhythm and heartbeat its keys,
from which passion flows inside the screen.
With a sigh that reaches out to heavenly sky
I, packed my belongings and blew out a kiss,
crossing over the threshold with sweet relief
I, watch as cirrus clouds and leaves descend,
counting down the hours
until we meet again.
(for my sister, Aena)
Photo credits: Pixabay
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