Eyelids open, eyelids shut.
A glimpse to the other side,
maybe a ghost or dragonfly.
Amelia follows the luminous, transparent wings. Their flutter leaves a red and golden trail with a faint azalea fragrance. Amelia closes her eyes, and follows the scent through dark woods and starless skies.
Ears listen, ears shut.
Heartbeats out, silence in.
Echos of known whispers.
_____Adriana Citlali
IV-I-MMXVI
I feel a dream like that sometimes – I hope she lingers a little longer though.
Right, I hope so too.