DID WE MEET?
Eyes open, hands extended, it must have
been a moment. The scene was in a glade -
bright sunlight, a few birds gone crazy
with noise. I'd just awakened from a
hundred-year sleep, and already
wished to go back. My identity was
some fluorescent bower, lilting and
easy, already moved by nothing.
You had a Springtime face, one holding
lilies and light, spangles and love.
I bowed to your glow, and left
it at that. Where did this happen?
Did we meet as a fact?
Eyes open, hands extended, it must have
been a moment. The scene was in a glade -
bright sunlight, a few birds gone crazy
with noise. I'd just awakened from a
hundred-year sleep, and already
wished to go back. My identity was
some fluorescent bower, lilting and
easy, already moved by nothing.
You had a Springtime face, one holding
lilies and light, spangles and love.
I bowed to your glow, and left
it at that. Where did this happen?
Did we meet as a fact?
No comments:
Post a Comment