Reading This Poem
Reading This Poem
I know you are reading this poem early in the morning when the sun jumps out of the horizon the last trace of dark fading away a new day starts. I know you are reading this poem standing up on the patio enjoying the scent of the grass while the birds singing. I know you are reading this poem on your journey to the seas where the sky the limit meets with the ocean but you cannot leave yet. I know you are reading this poem as the bus coming in the dust towards a new destination you have never been. I know you are reading this poem by the light in the dark basement under a candle which burns herself to bring you happiness. I know you are reading this poem on a plane where strangers meet and separate. I know you are reading this poem by the tombs in the graveyard, think of the deceased who left us in moan and tears. I know you are reading this poem through your glasses, years of hard work has taken away most of your eyesight because every work is priceless. I know you are reading this poem to your family in the warm living room looking for the truth and joy I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else left to read where you see nothing but yourself.