the throat of time
March 16, 2025
Some ghosts do not haunt—
they sing low in the throat of time
press your weight into the fabric of night
speak in the language of light
splitting open,
bloom in the silence
Touch my head as I sleep.
What is distance to a light
that has never left?
the throat of time
March 16, 2025
Some ghosts do not haunt—
they sing low in the throat of time
March 16, 2025
March 16, 2025
press your weight into the fabric of night
speak in the language of light
splitting open,
bloom in the silence
speak in the language of light
splitting open,
bloom in the silence
Touch my head as I sleep.
What is distance to a light
that has never left?
©2025 yvonnedoll
©2025 yvonnedoll