May 2016
music of a drizzle,
wet smell of earth
a sun scattered face,
some winter morning
moonlight walks
with me, at dusk
sleep glows in
a deep cave
I dwell on you...
wet smell of earth
a sun scattered face,
some winter morning
moonlight walks
with me, at dusk
sleep glows in
a deep cave
I dwell on you...
The poem was first published in the Sep-Oct 2011 issue of Reading Hour Magazine. This is an edited, altered version of the poem.
