Wandering Thought # 103

When you remember, which comes first, the image or the feeling? I venture to say that it is the feeling that calls out the image and frames it, giving it its depth, hue and texture — it sears it, as though in fog. Many feelings remain after being uncoupled from their original images, and so they create images of their own. This is well known to all poets and artists.

A dream; A memory

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She sat waiting for him –
time a comb running through her hair,
darkness a blanket kissing stars into her skin.

She sat waiting for him –
weaving silent threads into vessels of dreams,
tracing his face across the endless sea.

She sat waiting for him –
his kiss burning deeper into her heart,
this nameless love, in her womb, surging like a tide.