if i may,
where do you live?
where do you breathe?
whence do i seek?
shall i plunder some far-away lands
or, behold the wildflowers sprouting on my roof?
shall i aim the telescope at milky way
or, melt into my love's mellow eyes?
you see, i was told --
poetry arrives donning pieces of the seeker,
pieces long lost, or yet to be found.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
if i may,
where do you live?
where do you breathe?
whence do i seek?
shall i plunder some far-away lands
or, behold the wildflowers sprouting on my roof?
shall i aim the telescope at milky way
or, melt into my love's mellow eyes?
you see, i was told --
poetry arrives donning pieces of the seeker,
pieces long lost, or yet to be found.
HePo -- thanks for the wonderful platform. Yes, it really is a labor of love.