The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...

Thursday, November 29, 2012

A fine silk ribbon

A fine silk ribbon, pink lace, the bow undone

As the fingers trace the shapes and forms from skin to fabric to skin...

A constellation in the sky, shining brightly, the mystery solved

As the night gives grace to shadows and they die, reborn as dreams

As the eyes close and die away

As the trickle of time slows down in the galaxy

There's me, wanting to be you...

There's you, defining me...

A melting
 union of hearts and minds
And no certain ending...

The night spreads its pious veil...from star to fabric to star

We go far...far away.

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