Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Freshness


When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

6 comments:

The Solitary Walker said...

Just beautiful

M.L. Gallagher said...

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

Wow.

Your photo looks like the world outside my window. Except... a chinook blew in last night and raised our temperature above the freezing mark.

Yeah!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful.

kkrige said...

I love the photo you paired with these beautiful words.

matt said...

This is my most favorite poem, for it captures the essence of loving someone.

MJ F said...

A lovely girl emailed this to me, I was moved