An imaginary picture in the air
Vague yet so light, so calming
Our balcony at dawn
Neither hot nor chilling
You and I, sitting and eating
Olives blended with thyme
Fresh bread you got from the baker
Who wakes up at 3am everyday
To bake his breads with love
To send them early to people in love
And yes tea! That turns from yellow to red
Then to deep red, yet never reaches black
Can one smell things in a picture?
I can smell baby cologne in this balcony
Mixing with modest breakfast smell
Then my eyes
Catching your newly shaven head
And the peace
That after so many years
Finally settled on your face
Then your hands
Pulling up your heavy chair
To place it closer to mine
I was shown
The imaginary picture in the air
Vague yet so soft, so calming
http://youtube.com/watch?v=W5ZSQJfP5fE
3 comments:
Nice to see you in peace.
Ohh that is such a beautiful poem and a beautiful picture of bliss, baby cologne, of bliss. Usually I am very careful to make a distinction between the narrative voice in the poem and the writer so I would say wonderful writing, beautiful conjuring of a scene, but this is so real and so beautiful it is not like there is a writer making a scene it is like there is a wondrousness transporting me, the scent of the tea, the everything, gorgeously beautiful and precise and real,
oh man! (sounds like A-men)
You are good at encouraging me, if you were my professor at school I could have graduated with a better GPA:)
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