Little drops of
consciousness
in my hair,
morning rain
of your sorrows,
You're longing
for the white me-
unknown me,
untouchable me,
your need comes
as a late cherry
blossoms on a
spring tree,
i feel your tears
on my cheeks,
your heart-
in my hands.

When your silence
covers my shoulders,
I feel the thrill of breeze,
blowing through my broken window,
smell of flowers, devotion and dreams,
Your smiling face is stamped in my
mind, colorful night, no sound around.

Just your pure presence,
your rain, just your arms,
your scent,
your look,
moving me inside deep.



-n o u r-
june-013