Tuesday, June 23, 2009

While I Wait For A Happy Poem

I'll wait for you in an
empty field

with a dandelion
in my hand,

pace with the wind
at my back

and talk with
the tall grass

while playing games
with the beetles
between my feet.

I know it's going
to be okay,

a little spider
told me so,

hummed it in my ear
before I fell asleep

next to a stone
where I dreamt

of you
in the green.

No comments:

Post a Comment