© Niranjan Noel Joseph

Β© Niranjan Noel Joseph
“This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or she is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer

Friday, February 1, 2013

I got the tear you wept for me last night, my Dear

I got the Tear you wept for me last night, my Dear.
Richard Bach said: "Can miles truly separate you from friends...
If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"
Ah! Yes, you were my friend indeed. One of my best friends!
You know we can still meet at merely a whim.
In a parallel universe, on the internet or even better, in a Dream!

I got the Tear you wept for me last night, my Dear.
I felt it last night. I remembered it this morning.
It was something so powerful it branded itself on me.
It calms me, it troubles me, it brings me joy.
Makes me sad and makes me glad. Eventually driving me mad!
Finally leaving me in the last streams of smoke I exhale tonight.

Oh, I'll be fine in the morning... I need to retire to the Dream Realm...
See you there! ;)

"Tear Drop" © Ilona Wellmann

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