Dandelion Breaths

  “...so i will greet you in a way all loved things are meant to be greeted with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye.” ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence My eyes speak with Poe’s ink and Plath’s window to an empty sky.   My tears can’t decide if grief is their new language or the starlight choir of memories.   I walk past a hundred mirrors to find you own every reflection.   If there is beauty in gray, help me find it. I feel so lost when night dresses me in shadows.   ©Susie Clevenger 2022 The Sunday Muse #200  

  I wonder how sunlight feels on your skin, the sound of the ocean on your stardust beach.  I look up at blue sky and imagine you walking diamond sand collecting dreams to comfort me when I weep.  © Susie Clevenger 2022

 I could hear your wings falling from the moon, but I wasn’t ready for you to fly.   On the longest day of years I whispered, “You can let go”, while my heart was drowning in goodbye. ©Susie Clevenger 2022