She lied, striking joy from our journal.
I bore false witness against myself ‘til she shattered.
I whispered to our synching pulses.
Here lives our melody; lyrics lost to history.
Betrayal smelled like him on her lips.
I blew kisses, burning our garden in foreign tongues.
She was of earth and time left behind.
I fold it as fabric, creased at where she and I met.
Displaced by ocean as decades blur,
we leave love notes as moon phases for blue stargazers.
The sky will fall, all voices silenced.
Her name transcends sound, as it is formed from cosmic breath.
Inspired by Real Toads May the fire in our hearts keep burning as though there is no end ~, hosted for the final time by the lovely, brilliant Sanaa Rizvi . I’m not gonna cry! I’m not gonna cry!
These six Landay (Couplets of nine and thirteen syllables) may be read as a single poem, but they were created as six separate poems about six separate subjects.