A flapping frenzy
Determined to meet the sky
With the wind, she soars
Travelling through time
While suspended in midnight
Returning to you.
A fleeting moment
Oceans of words unspoken
Too soon you vanish.
Reality comes
And as sure as the morning
Your echo remains.
Til next we meet, there
In that star-concealed escape
Remember me.
Rain at the window
Feeding imagination
Like words on pages
❤
Sitting on her bedroom floor in a patch of afternoon sun, she closed her eyes and let her breathing be the only sound she made.
Slowly, the happy chirping and chattering of the habitat thriving in the tree outside her window started to become more distinct. She cleared her mind and just listened in silence, and the world began to speak to her from further and further away.
She could hear the television competing with the vacuum cleaner in her neighbour’s apartment, then the irregular roar of traffic on the streets blending together and shrinking to a distant, hypnotic hum. She let it fill her mind for a length of time, completely opening up to it.
Suddenly, out of the static, a crystal clear voice spoke, saying only one word. Her name.
Her eyes flew open. She was almost as surprised to find that she was still alone in the room as she was to see that night had fallen.
How much time had passed?
It was not a voice she had recognised, but the familiarity and warmth with which it formed her name made her feel… safe?
“Who are you?” she whispered, staring out of the window into the night.
The sensation of someone standing behind her rose, right before a warmth like that of a phantom embrace across her cool skin.
Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.
He was gone.
She paused at the door and turned to take one last look at the place she had called home for so many years. Though every last detail had already been packed into boxes and taken away, all she could see was everything she had finally learned to leave behind.
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