Surrender.

Wind dwells the dusk far
Into perishable hours
Frail, the light enriches

Darkness in the world.
The voice in sweet cities,
Sleeping in dim snow.

Surrender beneath
The universe in this room;
A flower, a dream

Will lie crisp
Softly with hidden laughter
Summoning pure sleep.

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14 replies

  1. There’s a gentleness and soporific quality to this: like being lulled into an opiate sleep. Love it! ❤️

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  2. Haunting. Kind of reminds me of the melancholy beauty of The Road

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  3. Oh Lucy. How you captivate us with your words.

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  4. I love every single word of this poem: the perishable hours, the universe in the room, the summoning of pure sleep ❤

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