chronicles of a old love story #1

i wish to know nothing of this future

of this story

which presented itself

so suddenly

I make no demands

of time

of the cards

of the gods

i wait patiently

gently

lovingly

loving her and him and me

is this the softness i asked for?

no don't answer

i promise not to ask more

in quietness i endure

no songs no laments

no stories for this one

they are not needed

when there is certainty

there is no invention

where there is love

there is no longing

and love without need

is what i have been

seeking

a place to lay my head

a bed where i can sleep

without dreams

wrapped around an oak tree

who swaying loves me

whose breathing moves me

closer to thee

closer to thee

Photo: Vadim Sherbakov