Against The Tide

Satish Verma

Like a dwarf planet,
you follow me in distant
sky, so near― so far.

I love you like poet
Pablo Neruda. My eyes in―
your dreams, wide open.

When the tears would wait
to bloom like hidden flowers―
under the steady rocks.

Not me, not you, were
aware of the rising moon,
between snow and sleet.

allets's picture

amazing thoughtscapes

There is a world "between snow and sleet" - beauty indeed lives here. - s



Cascade's picture

This is beautifully written,

This is beautifully written, sir.