Can you help me fly away
Leave behind all my pasts
My sins and my transgressions
Start over from this point on
Not looking back
Please don’t ask any questions
Just hold me
Cover me with your wings
Possess me
Devour me
Engulf me
Absorb me
That you and I would intermingle
Becoming one
My curves healing your hurts
Your hands dissolving my scars
My mouth swallowing your aches
Your lips covering over my faults
Our bodies sharing the pain
Spreading it so thin until it disappears
Carry me with your strong wings
Fly far, fly fast
Together we will eclipse our pasts
And fly always ever into the morning sun

tara caribou | ©2020

18 Comments on “Eclipse

  1. It’s all we really need to move forward – someone to be there as we leave the rest behind. There are some gorgeous lines here to describe how another can help us wipe away all the yesterdays. Beautiful writing!

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  2. Wonderful imagery. Your words are powerful and invoke strong emotions within the reader.

    I was going to reference a caribou with wings like the legendary pegasus, or perhaps more seasonally flying with magic like Rudolph, but that may only make you titter loudly.

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  3. The implication being that if you fly too close to the sun your wings will melt and you will fall; or you’ll burn… but either way, you go together. This was very… clear, I should say. Crystal-like in its texture.

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  4. This is a beautiful poem, Tara, and to have that connection, that one who can make each day the beginning of something new, is not only wonderfully but what we need to grow. Loved reading this.
    Hope you are keeping well.

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  5. Such a beautiful tribute to loved ones who soothe each other’s jagged edges and find comfort in one other. Gorgeous writing! 🙂

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