distance

you  wouldn’t have recognized me

if I wouldn’t held yellow lilies in my hands,

if the wind wouldn’t played with my hair

when I stayed still, alone in the middle

of the flowing crowd.

what was the separation, before we met?

just  knots on the face of the clock.

what is the distance? it collapsed

between our heartbeats.

the meaning is in now, it exceeds

all previous knowledge, as the sound

exceeds words. the world begins

in my eyes and ends in yours

~c:NKO1/8/14