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.


Jan said...

Absolutely beautiful words and thoughts William 💮

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan . . .