Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Wind (and Him)

Slowly woken up
By the changing light in the room
And the sound of a vivid wind,

The man I love
Still full of dreams
Lying beside me,

I look through the window
At blurry and moving trees,
And small white waves on gray water.

Branches and leaves
Paint a palette of greens.
Luminous impressionism.

The wind,
Now stronger,
Anchors the present
Deeply into my ever-marveling soul.

I turn towards
The wonderful human being
I belong to.
He opens his smiling eyes 
Green gray.
They contain everything I see
And everything I am.

I put my hand on his warm forehead.
The wind sings louder.

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