Monday, October 4, 2010
Some memories rise like yeast
And keep rising, mutating
On nights that are not insulated by dreams.
Some memories rend the night air
Like the distant whistle of the watchman, who shouts in the silent gloom...Stay awake!
Some memories ….
Rest gently, like dried flowers in pages of old books
And fill the night with the mossy fragrance,
Of the meadows of lost love.
Last night you wrote your sonnets in Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and I ...
Look what happens with a love like that- it lights up the whole sky. ~Hafiz~ Picture:Google
the waxen face of moon melting in the pool of tears like snow in my palms © Nazia J
if I hold my breath, if I become very, very still: if I stop breathing; if I just stop breathing... will I hear you calling me, f...