Fading
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
Windchimes ring, giving tones to the day,
which gradually return to the wind, and disappear
into the sky.
A couple yards over, someone mows the lawn,
and the deep, low whirr becomes summer for a few
drifting moments, and then, shuts off, and the sound
lingers briefly in the trees, with the scent of freshly cut grass,
where they both gradually disappear into the sky.
My voice blends with my guitar, singing my heart
to my aloes and spider plants, and the books of poetry
across the room, only to float away, gradually disappearing
into the tables and chairs and kettles.
I will stop speaking one day, and the sounds of my last words
will lift to the ceiling and shimmer through the window shades
and out, called, to who knows where.
We all spill gradually into our lives, and leave them
the same way—emptying into time, and perhaps
to reassemble, in a way, into someone’s memory,
until we gradually fade from there too, fading with their fading,
absorbed by the great silence, disappearing, gradually,
into the sky.
to or too?
love this so much. Thank you
Thanks Sarah….it was meant to be too….arg…I hate when I miss stuff like that. I appreciate you pointing it out. Just changed it. And I’m glad you like the poem. 🙂 Ray
Beautiful. Deep, cutting beauty. I love this. Thank you, Radiance.
You’re welcome Reade! Thank you so much for reading and letting me know how you feel about it! <3 Ray
Magical and medicine.?
Thank you Rhetta! That means alot to me! <3