Friday, August 19, 2011

Between Us


Yes, my love, this would be all, if it were anything,
if we were somehow more than fading light.

Still, there are those old gray ships in the harbor,
and the way they dream in the palms of your hands.

In such sweet passing we can easily believe,
even if we don’t exist.


10 comments:

Jan said...

So tender, and beautiful~~~

William Michaelian said...

Wonderful to hear, Jan, and so nice of you to say. Thank you.

-K- said...

If I didn't know better, I'd say this was written by Pablo Neruda, or perhaps some other Noble Prize Winner.

William Michaelian said...

Well, thank goodness you know better. The last thing I need is to be accused of plagiarism.

Akeith Walters said...

A little piece of brilliance.

William Michaelian said...

Here’s to kind friends. Thanks, Gray.

erin said...

belief is a mighty powerful thing. look, here we are.

tender. i imagine her hands.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

As do I. And I’m hoping someone somewhere someday will also imagine his.

Tess Kincaid said...

This is really beautiful.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Tess.