days of stone

Tag: beauty

  • Sleep

    Sleep

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    Ryan Stone
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    on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone

  • Fleeting

    Fleeting

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    Ryan Stone
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    Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing their tryst, night-born would live to die with dawn. Ryan Stone

  • In Passing

    In Passing

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    After all the years, the heart-shaped promises, a Ponts des Arts love lock one Spring, it has come now to this — a sterile room, too-small-for-two bed, plastic flowers, faint urine smell. Standing bedside, she strokes and hums, remembers a warm night by the sea. The setting sun kisses white hair golden. Tremors become twitches,…

  • Hourglass

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    Ryan Stone
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    We walk the tide line barefoot on the morning sand, your steps close by mine. Later, I return alone but no trace of us remains. Ryan Stone

  • Ghosts at Dawn

    Ghosts at Dawn

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    Ryan Stone
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    Too thin – you now exist within a pause as dawn retracts her claws from day; you fade, while I must stay. Ryan Stone

  • Tempest

    Tempest

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    Ryan Stone
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    Wind, blow – lift me high, don’t let go; fly me far, above sand and sea. Monsoon – take me, let’s chase the moon. – Ryan Stone

  • Whispers

    Whispers

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    Ryan Stone
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    I am he who worships Spring in moonlit mountain shallows. I am he who watches you, insubstantial shadow. I am he who brings night’s ship safe to morning’s shore. I am he who loves you, your servant, evermore. Ryan Stone

  • Sneewittchen

    Sneewittchen

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ten small moons blank as bone, not bright enough to guide her home. Five above, and five below in the land of Fae, where cold winds blow. A coffin, glass, her beauty case; asleep at last, the maiden, chaste. A mirror’s truth first planted seed, from poison springs doom’s apple tree. Cloaked in night her…

  • Ingénue

    Ingénue

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ingénue Raindrops – steel drums, belting roof tops. Loud beats unheard beneath white sheets where two hearts shed one last taboo. Ryan Stone

  • Dusk

    Dusk

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    Ryan Stone
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    Dusk Twilight sheds her mantle for night. They come together, meld, succumb. In eyes deeper than time she dies. Ryan Stone