i don't need the silence of the dawn for affirmation that it's another Christmas spent without you...you who is yet to be named..yet to be unmasked...yet to be called..yet to be met.
the chill trace of December's frosty tips is enough.
and yet, surprisingly, i feel warmed.
with the thought, in passing, in a blink, in its brevity...that somewhere, you are just there.
awaiting for happenstance perhaps. beckoning serendipity. or chancing on that right cadence of time.
the craziness of packed malls, of stiffling bazaars, of repulsive traffice does little to disconcert me from feeling a sense of bliss.
and it was not even fleeting.
it came on a Monday mid-afternoon. in between instructions. finding its comfortable spot in a wedge of Christmas PArty discussion.
floating over my head. wafting through my unbinded tresses. whispering into my ears. tickling my lids. tugging at my lips.
it forced its way from the corners of my soul. dribbling into my belly. through my heart.pouring out of my mouth.
i smiled.
it's the thought of You that's unhaunting me..rather, falling in a steady throb with my thoughts that had me smiling....
it had me smiling...on a cloudy, windy day.
About Me
- barbs
- i am: a poem. a song. a sonnet.student of life.dangerously charming.reluctant hearthrob.wicked softie. poet in recluse,writer at heart.sportswriter in perpetuity.grounded romantic.reformed caffeine addict.photojournalist wannabe.closet diva.digs poetry readings.coffee talks.museum talks.nights on Bora beach.Neruda disciple.Coelho fan.frustrated rockstar.miffed painter.teacher.mentor.coach.counselor.sister.friend.
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