Till we meet .....

 

I have threaded words

Through the eye of a needle,

Half blind and peering

Into my soul,

Seeking moments

That I could ink.

A month, they say.

A life time, I say.

For moments

Don’t end in a month

And I have enough

Ink stored away.

Till we meet again,

I shall wander around

The inside of my soul,

Picking bits and pieces

To put together

And write what I never

Wrote before.

Till then, shall we dream?

( Image : Raphael Schaller  )