My hand brushed along the wood,
it was almost like a dream.
An unexpected turn in history,
almost magical, it would seem.
A city of Spain beneath us
through the cool yet warm glass.
The airy daylight cruise of white and blue,
the topsail and the mast.
The laughter and fun
evoked by someone far.
Little chits of why we're invincible
are kept in a jar.
Ah that glassware is tucked
somewhere in a cabinet,
lying in darkness
and collecting dust on it.
Hidden away from the world,
so that it's safe there.
But love only makes sense,
when it's everywhere.
Removing it, there'll be coughs.
That, I dare to say
For how else will we see it's wonder
or rekindle it per se.
Shatter the glass jar
even if you have to.
Get what's in, out,
that's what you got to do.
Only a matter of time,
before it's out in the open.
Then like a butterfly our love will fly out
and be awoken.
YOU ARE READING
letters to someone
Poesialiterally free verse poems, writings and maybe even a paragraph or two, addressed to someone. the "someone" here is not specific, not the same and not a real person. it could be anyone :)))
