I don't remember since when or why I have stopped coming here! Is it because I stopped being sad? Have I eventually learnt to be happy?
And, the fact that I am here again, is making me wonder!
Sadness is coming back.
Sadness is a white hibiscus growing on my roof. It lures me to colour outside the boundaries. It makes me pour gray smudges all over the sketches.
The letters I write to you, turn me into a new ghost.
I make you my new lie.
A longing to smell like the warm rain, all over again ...
4 comments:
Your writing is so beautiful, and it is a pleasure to read it. Am so happy you posted this..........glad you worked your way through to Happy.........you deserve much joy. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
I wish your sadness never stays and laughter and love fill your days.
thats after a really long gap...so let it go on
Dearest Moon how fabulous to read you again! You 'colour outside the boundaries' beautifully and I so admire your sketches of gray smudges :)
Outstanding post Moon, I also long to 'smell like the warm rain all over again'
I so get the feeling, hugs dear lady :) xxx
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