Sunday, February 24, 2013

Beloved


If I call you my beloved …

… Will you promise to open the window wide

and let me hear your melancholy notes?

Will you make a collage

of the restless stretch

between that coffee cup

and the steering wheel

 and the

desert flower?

 

If I call you my beloved …

… Will you let me live

even when I am dead and gone?

4 comments:

Rose said...

This poem is itself like a collage, very cleverly written Moon, :)

The Unknowngnome said...

Would let you live as a beloved desert flower watered with my melancholy tears.

Dark Knight said...

Sweet poem moon. Hm... can I call you my beloved? ;-)

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

Asking for love is in fact, pouring our own love onto the other person. Wonderful poem...........