Your legs on my window
a presence in my world.
Then the night falls,
with the winter,
waiting to embrace me.
Through the window,
in the morning,
the sun comes to my rescue
when you leave me.
the winter is gone,
I can see around
the small trees, growing
like a nature’s song.
the other grass on the ground
like my emotions all around.
till the sea kissed the skies,
so far,
I am waiting
for your legs,
on my window to come around.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
This put me in my mind of the late 1960’s worldwide hit ” Windmills of Your Mind”- round like a circle in a spiral,a wheel within a wheel… My only question is – But to whom do those legs belong?
Thanks Louis… those legs… I must leave that to your imagination…. Thanks for the song reff. I should look into it.
A thought-provoking, challenging poem.
Thanks Vijay sir for your time and reading it.
A poem well crafted with nuances of imagery and creativity bound to make reader curious
Naliniji thanks for your comments it’s really very inspiring.