"Perceptions About Nows..."A Poem by Christick...tick...tick...tick..."Perceptions About
Nows..."
Here now is my
morning - your late evening.
Now And I - I am your
past, already just a
yesterday ...a mote of
before... And you - you are my future - my tomorrow yet to
be, a breath of to come.
You ...speak with a
ghost...
Me I whisper with a
dream...
The night... Such stars hold your
eyes bright, twinkling so very far and yet yet ...so very close so touchably
...close wishably close as you feel my
breath so lightly cross
your cheek... and I... I quietly sit the moment in hand gazing ...softly,
thoughtfully - watching the colors
form coalesce swirl and merge as the whole world
bit-by-bit becomes …while tasting you ever on the wind...
Chris
© 2014 ChrisAuthor's Note
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