remember our fog walk
of a winter morning...?
our hands closely clasped
spreading warmth into each other
we took each step together
into a zero visibility ahead
whenever a sudden wind
blew on our winter-bitten cheeks
didn't the clasp tighten?
how our fingers released
stars shining brighter
than those up above!
we took each step
with those stars guiding us...
* for karin anderson...thnq so much for suggesting a sequel. i lived each word that went into this...
10nov2009
12.24hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dolce-far-niente-a-sequel/
