#NapoWrimo2025
#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#Day9
You aren’t the dew kissed morning rose
Or the rubicund evening sky
Or the flickering flame on a dark night
Or the gushing stream that skirts the silent woods.
You aren’t the raging storm that uproots the strongest pine
Or the wave that rises in passion
To land in the embrace of the yearning shores.
You aren’t anything that is so imaginable: you are intangible –
Like something from the other world : untouched, unreal
And yet real enough to draw apart
The hard layers clamped around me,
Slowly setting me free.
I breathe, I feel, I come alive,
As your frail fingers link mine :
Our fates perhaps are intertwined.
Chaos then fades into silence
And death and everything
that lends its colour to
impermanence, pales.
This moment is now forever :
Yours, mine and eternity.
Image : Klara Kulikova (Unsplash)
