Quiet days of mind wanderings
The aching passage of time
Beauty in small fragments of life
In the drawing of breath
Shape of a branch or wisp of a wing
Blissful arch of loneliness
Old paper beneath fingertips
How my heart beats and swells
Reading words from the past
A love like swirling, indigo sea
In the depths of a crimson afternoon
So… have you forgotten me?
(17th Feb ’14)
© R. Homburg