Woman inside

Woman inside

 

The woman inside the skin of his head

Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a

Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights

And life.

The curious world peeps through the open

Windows he never minds to shut. The light

Showers a mood he so much cares to have.

Ah light!

Light whitens the black and bleak decors of

Rooms and chores. The days of rain and lonely

Porch, wet.

Wet sleepless miles in the conflict’s terrain

What want he yields to and what love he does

Believe!

 The woman inside the skin of his head

Creates a world of thousand blooms, cries rivers

And loves.

 

 

Reviews

[Carrie Montgomery]

"What want he yields to and what love he does

Believe" love conquers all!
"The woman inside the skin of his head

Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a

Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights

And life." a woman's touch often builds love, kindness, softness from ruin and wreck...can just as easily destroy.

[Constance]

This is fascinating. I can draw so many conclusions from these few simple lines.Most of all, the conclusion I draw is that love can make a man insane. :)
Nicely done, as usual.