Aug 27, 2016
One night beneath the streetlight
you confessed your love to me,
and your face was fraught with the dew
of the evanescent delight.
Youth in timorous blue,
and the urge to talk to me,
and as we parted ways
I knew you would spend a sleepless night.
And how I wished the starlight
would stream, stream onto you
instead of the random streetlight of this night
to bathe you gently and put you to sleep
when I would not be there with you
to silence your fears and anxieties.
photographer_ IGOR ZENIN
One night beneath the streetlight
you confessed your love to me,
and your face was fraught with the dew
of the evanescent delight.
Youth in timorous blue,
and the urge to talk to me,
and as we parted ways
I knew you would spend a sleepless night.
And how I wished the starlight
would stream, stream onto you
instead of the random streetlight of this night
to bathe you gently and put you to sleep
when I would not be there with you
to silence your fears and anxieties.
photographer_ IGOR ZENIN
Tru gentle Soul....
ReplyDeleteReally greart..