When I was lying there,
Where the stars shone brightly,
And the moon,
Gazed back at me,
A cloud went by.
She paddled her feet,
On rippled water,
The waves rose up,
To greet her,
Before deciding to subside.
A sweet song,
Hummed its way,
Into my ears,
Before it was hushed,
By a careless smile.
A moment passed,
Before my eyes,
I held the moment,
For a while,
And let it fly.
8 comments:
you didn't really let it fly did you?
you wrote the poem after all. :)
xxxx
love this one...reminds me of clouds...letting it pass by...
how u doing with the recipes?
I love to watch clouds move. I could watch them all day.
Lovely...
impermanence indeed...good one...
Certain moments only need to be held for a moment before they etch themselves into your heart.
i love your white hands . . . so will someday read what they write too . . .
beer mountain beckons . . .
You write very well!
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