let me meditate
on your voice
my sweet moon
you sound
like a being of the sky
a silver cloud
that turns with the night
damp blue
your laughter
the news
of first rain
a freshwater stream
lifegiving
the sound of your
cotton footsteps
my early mornings
the sight of your feet
my good fortune
I'm a poet, I must
carry my notebook around
just in case you turn to
look over your shoulder
on a sunny afternoon
the sun squinting
at the blinding light in the sky
I'll be back
when I have more to say
can you blame me
for falling short of words?
goodnight
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
let me meditate
on your voice
my sweet moon
you sound
like a being of the sky
a silver cloud
that turns with the night
damp blue
your laughter
the news
of first rain
a freshwater stream
lifegiving
the sound of your
cotton footsteps
my early mornings
the sight of your feet
my good fortune
I'm a poet, I must
carry my notebook around
just in case you turn to
look over your shoulder
on a sunny afternoon
the sun squinting
at the blinding light in the sky
I'll be back
when I have more to say
can you blame me
for falling short of words?
goodnight
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