From Over Here

I seem to be gazing at you from the moon,

on the nights you sit alone by the sea.

 

From here I send tides that bubble towards your feet.

You smile as if you had just thought of me.

 

So I beckon the breeze to rustle your hair

and maybe scrape your wet cheek.

 

You close your eyes reliving me.

 

This is the only way I can be with you.

So atleast you do not forget me.

Reviews

[Blossom]

this is beautiful, the imagery and flow of this poem is amazing and the use of metaphors and imagination is well written as well. I hope you write more poems in this style. Can't wait to read more