Sometimes
I float above us
and watch
tangled fingers
lazy afternoons
filtered sunlight
and tiny fractions
of hopefulness
warming
our entwined
bohemian souls
finding home
in each other
Sometimes
I float above us
when we sleep
and just watch
figments of you and I
strewn together
into the total
of a 'we'
and
I weep
softly
so as not to
wake us up
I float above us
and watch
tangled fingers
lazy afternoons
filtered sunlight
and tiny fractions
of hopefulness
warming
our entwined
bohemian souls
finding home
in each other
Sometimes
I float above us
when we sleep
and just watch
figments of you and I
strewn together
into the total
of a 'we'
and
I weep
softly
so as not to
wake us up
7 comments:
dis is so beautiful!!
Beautiful. Ilike the pairing of the lazy afternoons and nights at sleep.
Each of us seeks the other, if only this this were the final day of waiting.
From Labyrinth
by J.L. Borges
Tulika, you have created a beautiful poem here. Music to my heart and ears!
(thank you for your comment in my blog..meant a lot.)
Nice... :)
i wish i knew you.
poignant and joyous together, like always :-)
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