A little something I wrote earlier this year:
Pure pearls of water,
how elegantly
you roll down
that transparent pane.
When you visit,
do you
have a story to tell me,
or,
is it hope
that you have to share?
Each of you
thatKisses
t h e p a r c h e d e a r t h,
do you feel secure in a warm bundle of fulfillment
or is that something you do because gravity leaves you no other options?
We stare at each other.
I feel an instant connection with you.
You remind me
of
all the worlds
that I have lived in
and even
of those in which I haven’t.
You
propose a friendship
between us,
refusal is not my response.
We share a beautiful language,
for which words and speech are trampled upon,
imagine their insignificance.
The landscape of our communication
is just as lovely
as the flowers of unspoken words that we cultivate on it.
You are liquid magic.
You overwhelm me.
Each of you that yet rest on my big glass window
are part of my very own collection of diamonds and stars.
I look at you
and we converse
in our very own language
and you
always have only
wonder and amazement to offer,
in abundance,
with a wink and a smile.
