crow night’s star-dusted feathers
drape her blue-black whisperings
covering over the green of gloaming
in the absence of light
I fall to forgetting
eyes tight-closed against
the possibility of loss
feather-tipped unknowing
brushes away the dust of hope
nothing gold can stay?
then I pray in the wake
of crow night’s flight
as she drags her wings across the sky
let me be dark-tarnished
by my lust for living, love of breath,
my over-attachment to my own skin
and how its pores open
to every dream, every wish imagined
when it lies against his
let me not be cold sparkling
as the stars tucked into the down
of crow night’s breast
but soft, quiet, unshining me
let me not fade with the stars at dawn
but breathing, linger a while longer
a dim Venus pressed against my love
eyes wide open
with the possibility of tomorrow
© Sarah Whiteley
there is hope of hope…
thank you for that…
Because i respect your work so much, I thought you should know someone is trying to pass off your work as their own. You can see the thief in action here:
http://www.sparkpeople(dot)com/mypage_public_journal_individual.asp?blog_id=2457270
Thank you for the head’s up, Nora. I’ve requested she remove my work from her site. It appears she’s lifted most if not all of what she’s posted from others.