within the cave of longing
she bore silence
a silent knawing jewel
polished pearl
glimmering as pure daylight
bespoke
original
luminous
she ran from one side of the cave
to the other
in awe of its beauty
desperate to shine the light out
unto the untethered strings
the wind whips around her bare ankles
pale, bony skin
just visible within
shakily she raises her hand to feel the contours
she is neither live nor dead
she is asleep
Who will hear a half lings shriek
as faint as a whisper
lost on the wind
At once an eagle soars and sweeps
alongside her heart he stoops
gently pulls the chords
and spins
out her dreams
into the sky
fear has rendered her mute
fear has been a silent witness of love
yet now her voice is carried
and she has no choice
but to follow her thread
into the sunlit world
beauty
oh beauty
thy amorous cheeks
shall fall upon
the world
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