you were never
and are not
and yet then again
that crumbling moment
when the sun subsides
and a farewell fire
clings to the bellies
of the clouds
–you are dappled like that
the glow about the edges
of the end of my day
though I am capsized
it may yet
be this way again–
or dust
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
when the sun subsides
and a farewell fire
clings to the bellies
of the clouds
Wow…these lines are just a beautiful…loved them!
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thank you! 🙂
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wonderful Sarah… really..
i love it..
(will it be in the book?)
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Ah, the book. Well, the book idea is still getting kicked around a bit in the back of my mind…. perhaps in time it will take a more solid form. I think you’re probably further along with planning than I am. 🙂
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lol, not much, actually. just still in the “head” forming
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This is really wonderful. Love “and a farewell fire clings to the bellies of the clouds” — “bellies of clouds” seems such an obvious way to describe the underside of clouds but as far as I know you thought of it first. Wonderful, natural use of words!
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