I wake as a poem
Lost in your pages
Once again, in your tired arms
In your cloudy eyes
In your restless wind.
Lost, in your body poetry
I rest within your eyes
And listen to your hair sing.
Through the puzzle
Of the rising sun
I carry your silence
Through my tides
Waiting for the storm to pass.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
I wake as a poem
Lost in your pages
Once again, in your tired arms
In your cloudy eyes
In your restless wind.
Lost, in your body poetry
I rest within your eyes
And listen to your hair sing.
Through the puzzle
Of the rising sun
I carry your silence
Through my tides
Waiting for the storm to pass.
