Escape? Perhaps.

I feel like I am trapped in a place which lives, eats and breathes poetry, especially Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. Here, sometimes the thought of free falling also comes to my mind. Falling without regard to consequences. Just falling. Anywhere, somewhere.. Where there is only verse and song. Wait. Trapped would not be a good word to use here because I like this place. A lot.

Escape? Perhaps.

Mid-Day

I had a dream last night

And I saw you

Immersed in silent shadows of

Mid-day

Lost deep in thought

Aren’t we unlucky creatures

Us humans?

We care for secrets and broken hearts

And messages trapped in bottles

Journeying across the sea