- Books, Literature, and Writing
Am I a season or something more?
Am I a season?
a passing float in your summer sky?
a shadow barely seen in your busy day?
something you pin down so quickly
and throw in a trash?
or I am something more,
someone you carry as a fire in your heart?,
as a shawl in chilly days around your neck?,
as a Japanese hairpin to secure your hairdo?,
What am I to you?
Break your silence,
Spit it out,
Rest my soul in peace,
Let me know my hands from my legs,
I am tired of being put in a suspense,
or scattered into million pieces over a burning soil.
Let me know if I am worth it or deserved it,
Give me a hint,a clue if you are so shy,
a gesture if you are so bold,
Just let me know.