July
12, 2012
#8
Valley
Float
me down
across envy lines
of steep
and perhaps snow.
Silence
beckons as if
these folded moments,
separated
by the valley,
about nothing
in particular -
the gliding away,
the space between
the monsters,
where we spend
our emotions,
little buckets
of sleep
over your eyes.
across envy lines
of steep
and perhaps snow.
Silence
beckons as if
these folded moments,
separated
by the valley,
about nothing
in particular -
the gliding away,
the space between
the monsters,
where we spend
our emotions,
little buckets
of sleep
over your eyes.
Hey Love!
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff!...
Amartao poro ektu...
Summer like corners open up in the room
Windows bang open with the salty breeze
And every evening looks like rain
As I drive home through a deserted summer street.
The verandas open to the blue green mango tree
From where the cuckoo bird entices me.
My mom plays god with sugar cubes
And the kitchen now smells of lemon tea.
Summer springs up in empty alcoves
And the purple month turns green
And soon many leaves will die a death
But for now they shimmer in the new summer breeze.