Jan 15, 2014

The ones that got away

He laughed out loud; it spread out in its merry mirth
And brushed past me out into the forest behind;
Shimmering, glowing in the moonlight
He must have noticed the leaves move
Ever so slightly in the still of the night
With nothing but his laughter
To nudge them at this hour. 

Silence followed, the lights dimmed
The conversation had hushed
 …while I was still somewhere in between
That lingering laugh and words within
So much said, and so much unsaid
Floated out into the night
Little beacons of hope, longing and desire
All wrapped into one.


Anonymous said...

Nice one indeed.