Long after the sheets have been wrung straight
And memories and magic of moments
Have escaped scampering
When eyes have refocused
A distant vista
A terra firma of compromise
On the fork of accepting or reacting
to a caress; seek me in your uneven breath
in your sinking pulse rife with hope and fear
I haven’t moved ….. I couldn’t
the first line and the last line are perfect bookends to a marvelous piece...great read here Rehan.
Very deep and well composed piece, i like it Best wishes Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem with magical ending Rehan. 10++