A Word, A Story: A Stable


Ocean eyes eerie calm, inviting. Shall I dive?  She asked my name, told me about a place, a home, a stable, a retreat to forgive, forget and morn a loss.

A lover has left, a longing for what is no more. Dancing her way free on tears fed ground in that stable. Wild flowers have blossomed and she floats, painting a story with her body. A performance lived in the moment while agony endures.

She sat on my left, asked my name, body touched and transmitted a story.

I tell you: I heard, I felt a love forgone. You have cried enough let go your shrine.

Do not go into that lagoon, it’s an ocean.

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