Aurora

The sun rises in all places,

even here, across these headstones,

casting beams of sunlight

onto pavement and grass.

Everything is asleep,

except her, a lone wanderer

who likes the taste of 7am

and the way the sky blushes

as the moon whispers goodbye

and the sun, hello.

Everything is silent,

apart from her heart

which thunders in memory

of him.

The clouds are gilded in gold,

fingertip lining, a reminder

of the life she felt with him.

Much like these buried lovers

and their beloveds

above and below.

Shadow lingers, seeking

a home in the girl

lost in Aurora’s graveyard,

amongst flowers and shades

of solemn remembrance.

 

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28 thoughts on “Aurora

  1. Brandewulf says:

    I love this. It is a masterpiece. Did you see someone and write about it? I ask because this reminds me a little of my mom. She lost her only love 13 years ago, and she still goes to the grave every day. It is beautiful…not tragic.

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    • Kristiana says:

      I didn’t see anyone but as I walked past a graveyard I thought about how when you visit and leave one, you no longer carry your love story but several others too; as you read headstones and observe the act of leaving flowers. What a wonderful comment though, thank you for sharing your mother’s love and loss. I hope she finds peace in a sunlit graveyard. She is proof love doesn’t die like we do.

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