When she found time she moved her eyelids once
And then, in turn, drank time as if liquid light quenched her
She then ran
Into my vision just to here expose her joy
“Yes” I said (the way love’s ease laughs.
“I too love time and the way you found her”
She is as wild as every spirit that has ever moved with
Wild as a red blooded boiling soul
Now freed by sweat, smelling and the earning of death’s rest
“Yes” I said (the way tears can parent innocent endings)
“Her powers are aged beyond the stable of knowing”
© 2008 C.C. Arshagra / From ‘The Poetry of Good-bye’ Manuscript series and collection (Unpublished Work)
The above poem was inspired be this photograph titled the stableby RedBubble artist budrfli
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Please comment on this piece as well Butfli’s piece ""the stable by visiting the page":http://www.redbubble.com/people/budrfli/art/880... where the art that inpired this poem was found. Found inspiring of course.