Saturday, August 16, 2008

You are too good...

I am inside a moving train
that wont let me
hear, feel, or smell you

You are far away
blessing everyone with flourish

blooming the blushing pink to red

replenishing the reservoirs

reciprocating your love
to the tree-tops and the grass roots

waking the slumbering leaflets
with your gentle pats and taps

letting the satin clouds sweep and kiss
its lady love at the top of the mountains

you are too good,
despite the streaks of rashes
that you create on my window panes...