dear k, this poem is for you.
often i miss the sunset, for i am indoors too much.
i miss the sound of a quiet ocean,
flowing with the moon at night, without worry.
often i miss the touch of your polite hands
as they explore the sadness in my body.
just like the darkness does not bother the ocean,
your love does not bother my soul.
i miss the sound of a quiet ocean,
flowing with the moon at night, without worry.
often i miss the touch of your polite hands
as they explore the sadness in my body.
just like the darkness does not bother the ocean,
your love does not bother my soul.
let us live and love today,
for we will be wanderers tomorrow.
and wandering souls only thirst for two things
- water and love.