• Kristiana Roemer

In Your Absence

In your absence I can hear

quiet slumber of our senses ringing

in my doubtful ear, it gives

a muffled sigh.

"Why are we here? Why are we here?"

for time and time again we cry

until softly hums your lullaby.

It hums in strides of butterflies.

It tip-toes into my thoughts and dreaming.

Who was I. To see a cocoon would grow

from tiny seeds flowing up and downstream

blossoming in my mind's tireless night. Who am I.

To know the silence of a calm singing

aglow in the attics of our child-like hearts

is the most precious wind. A breath. Continuously seeking.

Greeted by the hum. Your lullaby.


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