Let us pause to let the moment pass:
Your laugh is half-hidden in the dark
By the sudden flight of fugitive clouds–
Our squabbles are merely a camouflage:
In these woods, your voice swings from branch to branch
And I grasp its passion in mid-air–
Soon the vagabond sun will surprise us again
And we shall work our way back to a place
Where cliches both bind and blind us–
We sense the tightening noose of sentences
But the love we share stands sole sentry of our lives:
Let not the universe read between our lines
Lovely metaphors!
Thank you very much, dear Sunila.
An evocative work wrought with the author’s customary poetic aplomb.
Thank you very much,Louis.