As child he sleeps
In bed he sleeps
In sleep he dreams of mother
As boy he plays
In school he plays
He plays to be his father
As man he works
Ev’ryday he works
He works to heal his brother
Now it is evening, they are still.
There’s a place he wants to arrive at with her, a calm solid centre where they’re together in silence or laughter, exhausted or exuberant. Everything else grows from there, strong and enduring, far-reaching, always exploring.
Always, there they still are at the centre.
Always, their souls languid with longing for each other.
Inspired by
Misconceptions. Photo by Fred Ni.
your poetry is Exquisite!
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