Another Place
by The Juicer
A river flows through this place. Which must mean it runs beyond, although for us, it has always stayed. Like this city we know, will last forever.
The crickets rise high in the night in waves, falling away come morning. Heavy and indistinguishable under the white fog. The silence of the dawn so eerie, just before the birds wake and the mist lifts up to the sky’s violet lips.
I was awake before the birds were, before the crickets began to sing. While you rode the dark river, to another place, uprooting unnoticed.
So – obviously – pleasure from your voice returned. You have been sincerely missed. Suppose I’ll thank this bend in the river, revealing you. I do. And nothing of your superb poetic ability is missing here.
Simple, direct, goes right to the heart, what understanding can only hope to become. Beautiful expression that is not shy of deep emotions, yet nothing garish in its simple phrasing. (me jealous!)
Pardon please my slow reply. I have been (probably still am) strongly distracted of recent (is it days or weeks?). But appreciation, that’s always yours.
neil
Yes, I’m back and so happy I made it :)
Thank you, I want to write more on these lines. A sort of blend of prose and poetry? More should follow once I’m done with the short story.
No worries about timing dear Neil, I am just glad to see you again!