The wind speaks softly and my candle is dim
the shadow of a cross is cast upon my wall
and the room trembles with the traffic passing,
hissing upon wet roads.
Beneath all these sounds, there is here
a deeper velvet silence
a space inside me that should be filled
by the beating of my heart
but is only a yearning darkness
a wing-pinned bird stirring in dream.
I remember what it was to love.
I remember standing naked in the rain.
Sarah K Reece 
Thankyou Christine 🙂
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Beautiful. 🙂
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Thankyou John, it certainly seems to have struck a chord for people. 🙂 Lovely when that happens!
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what a magnificent poem: so atmospheric, so perfectly capturing an emotion. It makes me think of that song 'Kiss Me in the Rain'. I absolutely love this tender poem
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Thankyou very much Carolyn and Sandra, I appreciate your comments!
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You evoke mood so well: you admit us directly into this private and sad place. Such vivid visual and aural images. Thank you for sharing the poem with us.
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What a beautiful look at a true moment. There is so much in this poem, in so few well chosen words. I love '… a wing-pinned bird…'
You truly are a great poet Sarah.
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