Wide awake,
in fully-present,
part-suspended state,
I dreamt of you –
from yesterday;
and thirty years ago.
From the many days
between.
Those images –
edges eased,
contours softened –
aligned,
one upon another.
Years —
meaningless;
momentous;
manifest.
Your smile,
your laugh –
so dear to me –
remain
unchanged.
— C.Birde
6 Comments
I am going to take this literally and personally, and admit that I am smitten, completely, still.
For you, to you — always ❤️
I love this 💜
Thank you, Jackie 🙂
Nice article
Thank you, Tarun 🙂