Free Verse Poetry on Lit Up
The Unwritten
In the margins of our silence
beneath the moon’s
ashen smile,
a secret unfolds,
whispers of lost
serenades,
i trace
the pattern of
your breath,
in the stillness
of midnight,
where time
stands on tiptoe
and shadows dance
in the margins
of our silence.
I am
an architect of
moments,
building cathedrals
of touch
and glance,
brick by brick,
a mosaic of
our histories,
etched in
the marrow
of these fragile
hours.
your laughter,
a broken hymn,
stitches itself
to the fabric
of my solitude,
each note a thread,
binding the rift
between
what is said
and what is felt.
I gather
the fragments
of your voice,
a symphony
unwritten,
resonating
in the hollow
of my chest,
a heartbeat
echoing
in the void
of this city’s
veins.
we are
nomads of
the in-between,
navigating
the landscapes
of each other’s
eyes,
finding solace
in the brief
intersections
of our
futures
and pasts.
in the embrace
of twilight,
I decipher
the braille
of your touch,
a language
unspoken
yet understood,
each caress
a verse
in the poem
we write
with our bodies.
the dawn
approaches
with its promises
of forgetting,
but I hold
your presence
in the clasp
of my memory,
a talisman
against
the erosion
of morning’s
light.
you are
the unwritten
symphony
of my existence,
a melody
that lingers
in the spaces
between words,
where love
transcends
the confines
of our fleeting
days.
the last
note fades,
but its echo
remains,
a testament
to the song
we crafted
in the silence,
an eternal
refrain
in the heart
of night.
Ani Eldritch 2024
