This weeks blog is a nice short poem from 2009. 🙂 Yes I’m still archiving. 🙂 I hope some of you will enjoy the poem.
Wishing you all a pleasant week ahead.
There were mornings once.
cold with winters’ fog and frost.
We’d throw open the blinds to let in
the winter sun.
In the dampened light you would sit with me.
I played let’s be famous.
Singing my heart out again.
You would perch by my side.
In a land of dreams all your own.
How would you trap a rabbit like that again!?
At some point we’d stop.
My voice silent and your eyes closed.
Just sitting together.
Fog evaporated and we were unaware.
Curled against each others frame.
Hazed light forgets the cold.
Comfortable in our respective silences.
We didn’t need language
In the winter sun.
©2009 Tikarma Vodicka