You are
A heart on my mirror etched in steam
The beginning of an earlier dream
The smell of mountains after the rain
Relief to an enduring pain
A whisper in the indigo night
Calmness enveloping me without a fight
The ocean; purifying and deep
A dream awake and asleep
You are
There are no poets in this country. You will be the first.
ReplyDeleteI'll find some-Love ya benny
ReplyDeletejaala that is absolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeletei love simplicity that expresses profound depth.
you've done that here with such grace.
t.y.