Sunday, August 29, 2010

A Promise ....

I would let this poem
be yours,
engulfing the space
that separates us.

My words, now,
have no ego,
no stubbornness,

no bird, no sky,

without the color of music
sans the sound of rain;

beyond the limitation
of the real
and
above the vastness
of the virtual.
This poem
would be yours
If you marry me;
I will give you this poem
in which
the Sun soothes and the rain boils,

in which
my breathing snaps, my arms ache,
in which
we two are twined unending, undeviating.

This poem has drifted in my breath for ages;
I have held it in my bosom and nurtured, for long.
This poem would be yours forever and always.

I will give you this poem

If you marry me!

6 comments:

Old Ollie said...

A fair deal.

I enjoyed this piece. Thanks!

Kim Nelson said...

Beautiful loving entreaty. What sane person could deny it?

Andy said...

Very nicely done.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Well, if I had only known one could be married for a poem, my life might have been easier:) I enjoyed this one.....cool poem!

Lynette Killam said...

An invitation few could surely resist! Beautifully written...:)

Lynette
Imagination Lane

Rashmi said...

beautiful ......