Sunday, September 18, 2011


We saw under the sun
And looked through the dusk.
We watched in the dark
And made our own sight.
We woke to birds’ cries
And heard as leaves browned.
We listened in the rain
And recorded all the sounds.
We treasured scents of summer
And enjoyed them in autumn.
We played in winter’s perfume
And saved it as our pleasure.
We touched in searing heat
And caressed its fresh sequel.
We made love in cold air
And warmed its chill with us.
We tasted sweet sun’s skin
And savoured it in shadows.
We coiled in coldest night
And cuddled in crisp light.

Note: The painting is by Aldo Luongo, an Argentinian artist.

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