almost here
June, my “almost here”
Winter is keeping the final be,
“It is raining”
and earth is now opening for grace
as my heart is opening for you again.
There are flowers and you in my heart
and I should be writing…
but you see
I’ve used all letters
words and languages,
to impress you.
Inspiration doesn’t come to me often
for I must be in-spirit.
and in the quietness of the day,
I may not feel you
but I can find several ways to get you.
“You are too ideal for me.“
in the remembrance of love,
the words you uttered
the guarantees life couldn’t offer,
and I’m waiting for poetry
in the drift of flowers.
There is rain and june in my heart,
there is nature,
and there is love.
I’m waiting for you
in the drift of almost here.
inspiration doesn’t come to me often
don’t call me the poet
call me the muse,
Wait for me in the experience of,
“You are too ideal for me.”
and love me like nature does earth
exodus from heaven,
manifested in rain and flowers.
*From April to June
