Site icon No Talent for Certainty

Yenay (i)

she tells me that she loves the day,
the feel of sunlight on her skin,
the energy within each breath
 she tells me
 she tells me

and i sit marveling in thought
outside myself within that mind
are still more levels still more depth
 and wondering
 and wondering

i watch as she her day attends
a dinosaur among the birds
a relative in thought i guess
 but distance
 but distance

is all and everything and she
a magic marketplace becomes
and where and what all of it means
 there's love and there
 is loving
Exit mobile version