18 February 2008

- o -

black velvet sheet night sky neatly spread
who oopsed, whose mistake that -

silver dust there, densely scattered?

-o-

"but... but... the sky! I want my sky like that" he said
and stole a leaf of the night sky for himself

when dawn broke.

-o-

the leaf of night sky, preserved in between
the pages of his pleasant smelling book

silently resting.

-o-

pretend he did, to read his book
all the while looking at, into, through his sky

and lost himself.

-o-

2 comments:

Anu said...

Aww :) Yay!
*beam*

Anonymous said...

//A: :)