What I imagine you, you cannot be,
But I will tire of goddess, and of sprite.
I overspoke. Don't go -- stay here with me.
It isn't that I'm frightened of the night;
God knows I've spent enough alone, so much
That more would just be more. It must be this:
Sometimes your simple, absent-minded touch,
Just walking by. As though you leave a kiss,
Not even real, to hover in the air
Like mist. A light, uncomplicated haze
At morning. And I turn. You're down the stair,
And gone. That I could have ten thousand days
Of simple touch. That you might have it too.
It's lost to words, what I imagine you.
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Comments
Sometimes we speak of the universal in literature.
It speaks to all readers of all time.
I feel that here.
i don't have an intelligent comment to follow
the sadness gets to me and makes me think of hands wishing to reach out and touch and not daring to
Fusun, thank you. I always am glad to see you come by.
Oryoki, it depends on how old you are. I think you might deserve a few more - say, 15,000? I can't tell from your picture.
heidibeth, I love knowing people have an eye out for them. And I'm glad you liked this one.
anna1, come back as often as you like. Truth be told, I was kindof pleased with this one.
c&v, if I can touch that avatar...
Pilgrim, thanks so much.
trilogy, thanks to you, as well. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
vanessa, oooohhh, be careful. You are getting too close.
Kim, thanks man. Thanks.
Thanks to all of you, as always, for spending a little time here. It is a great pleasure to have you come by.
And I am so down for the count. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......
I'm so sorry I haven't been here much of late ... I'll have a lot of catching up to do. I have missed you, my friend.
Please keep writing these beautiful, beautiful poems.