Monday, June 5, 2017

May I know nothing in a way


May I know nothing in a way that shows my love.

Lips, hair, eyes. Grassy fields. Too much sky to hold.

Running in a photograph, man to child.

How it feels in your palm, looking up at you.

Just as you become a poem.

Not made of words alone.

But of the grand space in between.

Where we live and breathe.

And feel no grief upon the final note.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Absolutely beautiful words and thoughts William 💮

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan . . .