London Poem: Day 94

19 November

So, this is what love is for – 
Yet, it’s still difficult to say
What this mean to me.
We speak, and words carry, unsure,
Folding into themselves,
Read quietly, and passed back;
So, is that what love is for?
To grow to a size,
To surpass what was already
Believed impossible,
And then, to grow further –
I suppose, but what is to be
In these moments?
We move as the love moves,
To the other person listening,
and we speaking, lord knows what.
In this time, the world wipes away
The failed attempts,
And we are.
So, this is what love is for:
To know the rollicking world;
The ever changing nature of things.
This is you and me, in the deep blue sea.

Advertisements

Published by

keelancrampsey

In flux

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s