de-light-of my-eyes.

de-light-of-my-eyes

I can say many things:

“whispering leaves, shimmering stars,

singing raindrops, trembling snowflakes”.

I can say the things

as they come and go: coffee in the morning, flowing delight

filling my cup, the sunlight slides over

the glass of your window into the afternoon and the night

forms formlessness

somewhere in the periphery of your mind.

you may go to the door, open it, let the wind in:

a breath… , a touch… , a caress… ,

a trembling shimmering whisper

and the rain 

c:NKO 02/2012