Love lies in..
every gossamered
corner of
objects
and memories,
once owned.
Shadows
of yesterday
you thought
you overlooked.
Veins touched
by the soft glow
of an evening
longing for
impossibilities.
Wine half drunk
brooding into
the dissection
of maybes’.
Eyes that never
met to spill
volumes of
if onlys’.
Sighs dissipated
as cold smoke
into the wind
and fire
of tomorrow.
I share a poem with you, about me and my son. As always accompanied by a landscape picture which is lodged in my heart as a moment forever.
Recently, an image uploaded by NASA Hubble’s Instagram page (picture included), inspired me a lot to write a few verses about Supernova, and the delectable idea of comparing these violently exploding stars to illuminaries who burn and fizzle out due to the incredibility of their astounding ingenuity only to borderline into collapsible madness, spurred my imagination to write a few humble verses on this analogy.
Hope you like it, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Love and more,
V
Soft light whispers into the forgotten corners
Overlooking shadows and secrets laying bare in the middle.
The moon cradles the night in her wistful arms
As you cradle mine, in your made to believe strong.
And all that remains,
is this momentum and space
between our condensed breath heavy with the magnitude of now,
Skin denuded of pride and satin we never bought.
Pulse stroked in the labile hands of time
Held like a pearl, dived deep, hard to catch.
The oyster of your world presents the song of your heart.
This bed I wish to sleep on, the sea of your life, (for the rest of mine)-
On a raft, a plank or may you call it my home.
I inhale in selfish lungfuls of all the dispersed wishes- stray and not
And forage to trap all the stars beneath the veined veils of thick eyelids-
Those carrying dreams and not.
Praying to slip into the burrow of you, skeleton and soul through.
Six feet, deep and under and more.
Six feet, beyond and wide and whole.
