Saturday, May 14, 2011

Cat's Eyes

I see again through your eyes
liquid green day and night,
how the known remains new,
a warm lap
in perpetual winter
when each day blurs into the next
like an unfurled scroll of gray.

With a light tap
from you
I again can taste
each cup of tea.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

In a dream set sail for the sun.