where the distinct recedes
into silhouette and blue
where noise concedes to sound
cacophony to conversation and silence
and dust and grime withdraw
so immemorial fragrance can reclaim
their traditional homelands
it is day-break to some and day-end to others
for me it is a moment
made of nocturnal gathas
embracing of child
showering of kisses
whispering love notes
they are too old to ‘like’
and then
oblivion.
embracing of child
ReplyDeleteshowering of kisses
whispering love notes
what else could anyone ask for?
Love this very much
they are too old to 'like' - oh!
ReplyDeletebut , you are not old to give....Beautiful poem..
Jumping in the ebony-blue waves
ReplyDeleteembracing the sweetness
I am a child
of a strange night.. :)