&the world was small
compared to that of
hearts and flowers
And poems were only
whispers among the trees
that you weaved with
your frail
F I N G E R T I P S
You are the bright
light against pale
paint, the tiny curve
in the corners of
a smile--
the quiet
S
H
A
D
O
W
S
in the pages of a book
You are all the
beautiful things
--if ever eternally--
(so slightly your life flickered)
you are.
(2.22.15)
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
&the world was small
compared to that of
hearts and flowers
And poems were only
whispers among the trees
that you weaved with
your frail
F I N G E R T I P S
You are the bright
light against pale
paint, the tiny curve
in the corners of
a smile--
the quiet
S
H
A
D
O
W
S
in the pages of a book
You are all the
beautiful things
--if ever eternally--
(so slightly your life flickered)
you are.
(2.22.15)
A dedication poem to eecummings
