Wednesday, 28 December 2011

two suns rise beneath northern skies

the soft grey light fools no one.

the wind
is wild
and the naked trees fight back.


i'm careful
not to break anything.

a daughter
of the air and sky
wrapped in winter and warm.


a dream -

i slipped
the silver ring around the moon
on your finger

and shared
with you everything unspeakable,
because sometimes
words fail.


rain taps
morse messages on the window.

another layer to the music
of the day and my heart


ellom said...

This has real hope in it. Reading it again and again.

myriorama said...

This touches me and echoes for so many reasons. And it too, in its way, reads like love.