Mireille Eid

Angels Do Speak


Sheltering in a lacuna
You breathe in
"What are you thinking?"
As my mind wanders onto a random memory
That suddenly becomes

At what point did you
Decide to turn my thought into
A jewel beset
in an imperfect storm?
And what of the flutter in my heart
Past a white night
That danced to the music of the irascible one
Marking the ceremony
That etched my skin?
Measure and will
Do bow to angels teeming a stage
Am I here?
Am I gone?
Will there be?

©Mireille Eid


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