Sunday, October 2, 2011

Simple highway

The highway with some steps marking
my presence and yours, runs impatiently,
still searching for our destinations,
which we hide, into our fists-
this is how we play with the concrete road into
our innocence.
Failing the lampoon, we fly into a new spring,
away from your weights, away from the countries
to some clean county where I wish a few
sheep, a home, some apples and deep blue water.
I request no reasons, no men but
snowflakes and trees creating an orchestra of
companionship, reflecting my beauty, the nude
ground saves the shyness, letting the white sun cover
the bare with a yellow sheet of gold,
shedding, inviting, making love.
No one can steal us like no one can steal the mountain,
melting in its dew, the snow binds us
along and we make our way listening to the
symphony of squirrels, to reach
the place, seen with closed eyes,
seen together.


Tulika Verma said...

very beautiful!

Susie Swanson said...

Beautiful, Monika as always..