Séance reading...

Their eyes their lips closed ever tightly.
With a rogue cabals pre-emptive, smile
“As of yet; such comprehending’,
Has not sent; them—on”, a séance reading.
Hasn’t seen them—this much, stirred.

{In reflexion, this much in, erstwhile..!}

Even so—the stillest; picture..!
Moves in probing all—thought.
As does water; becalmed—frozen/.
Still does it reflect as it refracts the “Light?”
Still does it as it bequeaths too breathe.

Too breathe..?
“A breath’, within, it’s innermost; ice cores.
Still does it move—on”, as it remembers
Her longing, stillness/. His fruitful, thinking...
What thought and love and sorrow,
Can never forgive too—forget!