Walking in the rain holding hands, I look in your eyes. You smile. Diamonds in your hair. We run like children - laughing. Under the tree, you hold me close. We kiss - breaths mingle. No one is this world but us. A flash, a crash, & our heartbeats match. We are as one.
the simplicity in the poem is quite lovely... thank you.
------------------ And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda
vincennes, in usa
christina - thanks for the kind words AND the quote from neruda. i discovered him quite by accident while browsing for poetry books in barnes & noble one day. had never heard of him but enjoyed the one i bought. reminds me - i loaned it out and have yet to receive it back.
Hamilton, Ont. Canada