09 May, 2012


Though not in love,
she spent much of the afternoon that way,
the feeling spilling over into the later hours
from the morning.

The hazel light of the sun’s evening glow
cast shadows that seemed to not be attached to things,
reminding her of Peter Pan having his sewn on
to his Lost Boys shoes.

The temporary sensations of love
pouring out of her skin matched the light
which enhanced the whole room, fusing energies
that seemed to smile.

The desire for adventure lingered
in the air, as it always seemed to do around her,
but she felt at ease and at peace with her
aching wanderlust.

Though not in love,
she felt the euphoria of being so,
with the hazel light and the solitary shadows
hugging her and giving her comfort with that
moment in time.

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