Swan Wings Sleeping Poem by Erika Conti

as an ode to nowhere
when i think of your eyes
i need to cry
the purest of tears

silence again
a silence so serious
desperate

i don't know anymore
all the things
i was so sure of

all i know
is
that i still
love you

with no tomorrow
in my heart
wasting
warmth
on cold stones

an exercise
i know so well

with no oblivion
to soothe these scars
and fresh wounds

like a flower
moving backwards
like swan wings sleeping
like children arms
in a self protective embrace
i turn within.