Milestones

I offer nothing.
Neither the night nor bread.
Not a window or a tree.
Not even the comfort of poetry.

To us we are a seed. 
Buried deep into memories.
where we each bloom a stranger.
Mine carries your name.
Your's carry mine.
Silent and sable like shadows.

I see what I wish in the present,
waves made and broken by the oar,
till todays and yesterdays become water again
and I see what I need in tomorrows.
Your hands rested on your chest,
the wind in my sail
and the book of distance 
descending quietly
in our hearts, like 
a last breath.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

You had me from the beginning here..."I offer nothing.
Neither the night nor bread." Simple, yet so meaningful. I read and reread it.
The second stanza, the third...I am not going to paste the whole thing in! Your poetic voice is gentle, and romantic. Your work speaks of loneliness, and memory, the beauty of yesterday and the hope that lingers in your poet's soul.