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At the Border of Night and Day
by Suzanne Madron
On the poetry of the evening breeze she came to me
Singing of the mornings yet to come
In the bleakest nights, she sang to me of stars I could not see
And daylights left undone
My Persephone, my dream, my light
She waited for me to rise, too long
The vines drew lines across her brow
The birds made nests of her hair
And stole her soul through song
In a dream, she waited there
Until she became as the trees
And still, I slept beneath the ground
With my heart hardened to the cold of stone
The caves became my gasping mouth, my screaming eyes, my silent ears
And the crawling darkness became my home
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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