Something more than “like” Something less than “love” As yet to be named Let’s call it “feeling” An arrow of feeling Longer than a cigarette Shorter than a candle Neither at the first sight Nor at the last sight But suffice to witness a glimpse of the sunlight from dusk to dawn from ash to flash they are just so similar in a lullaby, in a lullaby all seems just a dream 6 Nov 2007 1:53am in Chicago |