július 22, 2012

mondsee



what if, for one day,
the palm of your hand,
still radiating summer heat
held me close.


what if, for one day,
the cliffs of the Alps,
wondered under the lake
and got soaked in fish.


that day, that one day,
lingers on
no matter the mirror -


2 megjegyzés:

Vesper írta...

I love this... it's a gem... A warm nostalgia lingers from the title itself to the cliffs soaked in fish (so beautiful!) to the last line.
Excellent!

SzélsőFa írta...

wheee - i'm glad you liked it, Vesper.
it was just a blur i tried to organize into words. i like the outcome, too. :)