Saturday, March 16, 2013

it hasn't reached us yet

far off
where we can't see,
the moon must be rising.
it hasn't reached us yet,
slipping through the leaves
to light up your shoulder.
but i know
a wind comes up with the moon.
the trees are whispering.
your bare arms will be cold.

(excerpted from "hymn to life")     nazim hikmet

1 comment:

Valerianna said...

One to keep re-reading....