Wandering

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