Sunday, December 9, 2012

Tulip


We float around like clouds

And the wind lightly touches our hair.

I have a beautiful feeling

When the fa├žades release their birds into space.

The light bends to get a drink

At the stream, puzzled by its own shadow.

The colors of evening have arrived.

I love you more than gray and pink and pale blue.

I wish we were curled up in a flower.

That would be lovely maybe a tulip.

Before the sun comes down

And the words collect like droplets

Of water, I will miss you where you are

And the night will be as the day.