descent
comes
longingly
searching for you:
wrapping your carcass
in
softness;
light against dark-
now
rest your tired self
aginst the
mountains;
place your load on
its shoulders
it can carry you (he couldn’t).

the stillness
awaits your surrender
fall
     fall
without a care
into the valley’s embrace;
seeking is futile-
be found
in you.

covering inches
and then miles
spreading wholly
the valley reminiscent
of ancient spells

crickets drunk in the rain
cling to blades of grass
and
an odd cloud passes through
your tired being
taking with it a sigh
you had tucked away.

words are a tired woman
aching for silence
the valley replies
with solitude
that’s all
that
is
hers

…

Dee is from lahore. loves old trees, words and surreal nights~