Wednesday, July 7, 2010

perhaps on such a day

the morning
from behind
curtain clouds

i'm lost inside a tiny story.

listen to your voice as you
read it out loud . . . .

a heavenly woman's imprisoned in the palace at penglai hill,
all are silent as she sleeps by day in the painted hall.
her glossy hair is spread like a cloud on the pillow,
her embroidered clothes bear a wondrous fragrance.
i secretly come and slide the pearl lock back,
she's startled from her dream behind the silver screen.
her smiling face is overflowing with bliss,
we gaze at each other with unbounded love.

breathe out
and let the evening
pull the curtains closed


Noelle said...

How lovely beyond imagining is such a secret and silent tryst.

Luke said...

Beautiful post. I love how your posts include your stunning photographs, your writing, and the beautiful words of poets I have never heard of before.

acornmoon said...

Someone already said it before me, stunning photographs!

alaine@éclectique said...

Thinking of you on your ride....lovely post, thank you.

ALeks said...

Steven,this is somehow the picture I would love to see as last thing before I fly away,someone dear reading the words out loud and me breathing out my last one!!
Beautiful,thank you!

ellen abbott said...


Pauline said...

absolutely splendid!