I did not know you
Some months ago
Or your hair, your eyes
your lips, your voice
that I keep thinking about
that I keep writing about.
I did not know this side of me
that thinks of you at night
a heart that is spreading
not lust but affection
not despair but hope
and is calling out your name.
I did not know what to say
when I encountered you
passive, alone and broken
and you said to me that phrase
I will never forget
and smiled softly at my open mouth.
I did not know what happened to me
when the skies opened up and let in the rain
that watered the earth and the seeds
your words had subconsciously planted
and a flower grew inside of me
whose roots stole mine away.
I still do not know what happened
what happens, every day and night
I do not know how I'm living
suddenly feeling alive
I do not know what keeps me
in your arms - and you in mine.
YOU ARE READING
SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
