Sunday, October 21, 2012

The book of leaves

I read the book of leaves
Every night
Telling something new
Filigree lines
Embracing all poems
Made by humankind
These ones
Were collected by you
A collection of blue
In a purple ocean
If I set them free
Your breeze
Would turn them into kites
Dancing in circles
A melody
Only the oldest tree
Might have ever heard of