1.07.2008

Almost

On a windowsill,
Leg's bent like mountains,
I'll rest my arm across them,
Flutter fingers,
Imagine the sound of bird wings,
And watch the European day rise,
Over the tall fields,
Almost time,
And listen for the sound of steps,
Across the wooden floor of this place,
It's not yet breakfast,
I have my tea alone here,
Almost time,
I can imagine you here,
See you in the window here,
Never once had I ever dreamed,
Never once did I touch your face,
Self-restriction,
Almost time,
This place,
The flutter of the birds,
The scent of raspberries,
The shine of the early dawn,
At once,
I'm almost gone now.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is me + Paris.
Very nice.