colourful leaves
adrift on time's quiet river
your silence,
familiar moon reflection
on heart's gem-glinting depths
my soul,
with willow branches
caressing dark still waters.
(for D.)
November 23, 2019
November 02, 2019
maybe one day
maybe too
once in a while
you think of me
maybe even
in some far blue hour
when the world becomes serenely quiet
when the depth of sky sinks into heart
when horizon's light gleams in your fibres
maybe then
by blissful chance the newborn moon
stands as a beacon in your sea of eye
stands as a fruit of transit between worlds
and once again her bark of sweet
carries our gazes in one wave of heart.
(for D.)
once in a while
you think of me
maybe even
in some far blue hour
when the world becomes serenely quiet
when the depth of sky sinks into heart
when horizon's light gleams in your fibres
maybe then
by blissful chance the newborn moon
stands as a beacon in your sea of eye
stands as a fruit of transit between worlds
and once again her bark of sweet
carries our gazes in one wave of heart.
(for D.)