baby steps to the soul
love
you have found my fingers
when will you take
my hand
brushing back
the curtains of the night
when will you take
this wind
that whips endless circles
under my feet
the transparent moon
caught in my hair
the light that pulls towards you
from my open fingers
the song that follows
your trail
of notes
you have found my fingers
when will you take
my hand
brushing back
the curtains of the night
when will you take
this wind
that whips endless circles
under my feet
the transparent moon
caught in my hair
the light that pulls towards you
from my open fingers
the song that follows
your trail
of notes
posted by Yes at 9:49 PM
5 Comments:
I like your choice of photos for this poem — those small particulars, those transparent moon bubbles, a water song that follows a trail... it's a lovely combination.
Sounds to me like "love" needs a nudge. You do have a way with words!!
I love the title.
mb--It's amazing how you make these connections--I honestly didn't think along those lines, but now that you mention--of course! Thanks for being so perceptive...
pat--Hey, I think you put your finger on it! Your comment is so cute--thanks--
gautami--Thanks so much for appreciating it!
Baby steps... I love it!:)
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