Sunday, January 2, 2011
You and I are old soldiers,
Our souls in scars, our hands all chapped and sore.
But aware of each other’s stolid presence,
In night’s delirium and in day’s commotion:
Peaceful at memory’s cross roads.
Sometimes, like a windblown maple leaf in autumn.
Sometimes, like light of stars on a snowy mountain crest.
And we will on this path still continue,
With ice-axe clinging to the very verge.
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...