Perceptions of You


Time is not relevant when I am with you.

As though,

a morning’s rush…

Had taken both my shoes.

Unusual or not…

I tread so lightly on the air.

Barefoot or not…

I hold tightly to the image of your cares.

And, the day…

Never set anew without my recollections of you.

So, often, I speak to the dawn.

‘What is it I should do?’

How do I navigate the perceptions of you.


it is like asking the night’s rain of the mornings dew.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.