I cried when the plane began
to taxi along the runway,
in line with a peach horizon
turning shades of deep morning orange.
My tears fell silently
to the rumble of swiftly departing
tyres on tarmac and soon
we were in the air, wings tipping
to align the craft in the lilac deep
which became a smattering of blues
with each cloud we passed through.
I cried because this time
my visit to you is new
untainted by too high expectations
and fear swirling in my stomach
like a cauldron bubbling brew:
I am new,
I have left the girl who walked
beneath a dark hanging cloud,
who snuck away in the early hours
never to see you again
as she had known you –
a city of love, history,
cobblestones and marble.
I cried because this time
I am no longer searching
to find you and all the things
you could possibly mean to me –
unwritten and unspoken –
I am here because I want to be,
to feel my feet upon your warm stones
beneath an October sun
beginning to pale
into the due west of Winter.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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Lovely!
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christiana, thats so amazing! Loved it!
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Thank you ☺️
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