For the myriad ways
I cherish the air
you casually breathe…
For the thousand dawns
I find in every sunset…
For the untimely comets
crossing my star-gazing eyes;
for the colours flickering at me
from the drab brown curtains…
For the music of my own voice
rather than its silent death;
for the fragrance of wild roses
surpassing the nosy minds
with no minds in their noses…
For the delectableness of rolling words
between your palates and fingers;
for childhood dreams resurrected
with the unforgivably sweet petrichor…
For the leaves that quiver
in the stagnant evening air;
for the vertical sheets of rain
replacing my eyelashes…
For the earth I can meld into my arms
despite the thorns and stones…
For what I am and want to be,
for the sake of my soul’s satellites,
a sign board as wooden as me
I put up, on the way to town:
“For Sale! The Puppet…”
– May 18th, 2016
© Sana Rose 2016
A feast for the senses ; a beautiful poem.
What can one say about this work apart from, ” sublime “.
sublime
səˈblʌɪm
adjective
of very great excellence or beauty.
Oh, Louis… I don’t know what to say to this comment, I truly don’t. 🙂 I am pleasantly surprised and feeling so honoured. Thank you so much!
Beautiful!