Recognising you.

I loved your eyes.

They shone like

moonbeams on an

empty clearing

during the nights.

during the day

they seemed to

blend in with

all the other lights.

Recognising you.

you had dark hair.

I walked in that day

and I saw the gun.

I saw the bullet.

I wish I had told you

how much I loved you.

Because now it's

too late.

I'm sorry, love.

I turn

over

every stone

on my path

searching for

the last line.

I begin

to scour

memories

of old,

and feel

the waters

s l o w l y

begin to

e

s

i

r

in the emotions

that

swell over

the banks

of my

heart

.

I s t e p s o f t l y

through

the muddied

soil

of my soul,

where the

torrent of

rushing

waters

has

gathered

sticks and debris;

forcing

them

to cling

to the

visible signs

of high waters

in the past —

tree trunks

strangled in

dead vines,

buried in

dry and

caked clay.

I TrEaD

further,

deeper

a

l

o

n

g

the edge,

where

the fierce waters

have picked up

the earth

and turned it,

like a page

in a book.

I see

new treasures

that have been

unearthed

in the violence

and

tumult.

As I begin

to sift

through them,

the pen

finds her home

on the page

and I begin to....

write;

picking

piece by piece —

the twigs of beauty

and twines of pain

that have been

uncovered.

The page,

saturated with

words and tears,

begins to reflect

more light;

a prism

that

~

slowly trembles

upon

the waters of my

heart.

I look up

and away

from the page

to follow

the

light

with

my

eyes

and

there, atop

a * pile

of buried leaves

and branches

I find it....

the last

line

.

But it’s tangled

and caught

in

the

barb

of

a long

f

i

s

h

i

n

g

l

i

n

e

hooking

it among

the reeds

that are

choking

it at

its

throat.

I set out to

untangle it

and

set it

free,

but need help

to

unravel it

from

myself .

Read Part 1 by MsH: https://theprose.com/post/256062/yawn

Read Part 2 by Danceinsilence: https://theprose.com/post/256070/yawn-ii

Read Part 3 by Mnezz: https://theprose.com/post/256248/yawn-iii

Read Part 4 by Brandi333: https://theprose.com/post/256305/yawn-part-4

Read part 5 by HandsofFire:

https://theprose.com/challenge/8256/newest

I ONCE KNEW

a sun

a moon

that burned

that shone with stolen light

spreading flames

tracing hope

across the land

spreading a wash of moonlight

inciting dark passions like

cold flames (stolen light)

in the day.

in the dark.

I ONCE KNEW

a boy

a man

young

old

flying so high

falling so low

open

closed

fingertips

reaching for the

sky, the sun

beyond

hands clenched

drowning in the waters

AND I ONCE KNEW

love

that burned

fire in my heart

blazing with passion

unlike anything I had

seen

a sun

a boy

kisses that melted me

AND ONCE I KNEW

love

that ignited with stolen light

cold flames in my heart

dark passions

unlike anything I had

seen

a moon

a man

kisses that drowned me

love in the light

love in the dark

the beginning of the end

the end of the end

love that f

e

l

l

from the sun and d

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. o

w

n

e

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