When whispers couldn’t count,
Dream for a while:
Brimming bottles of rosa vino
We could have drank on
The Beirut
Glasses filled by heaven,
These clouds are able.
It’s your incense, my candles,
The Oriental rug, and your
Smooth leather sandals
As you dance and shrug.
Every day takes more,
I take all I can stand
I bled on the concrete and I wish I felt.
I know the sunrise and sunset comes
In the frozen land, but it’s here I melt.
Your spot an inch below your ear,
My favorite song for you,
Our funny faces
We know in the dark
Sitting on a bench in the park.
I sit and sip on key lime soda,
So, I wait for the dawn
To reach my home. The quiet lights in the sky
They sing late this song as I lay me down in the
frosty lawn.
Poem from the book Beneath the Dreaming Tree
Greetings
and thank you for visiting my blog….
