A cold sun casts
golden shadows
on the wooden counter,
particles of dust
dance around us,
festive, almost celebratory
of our simple day -
something mesmerizing
in the way you move,
the light, the hot water
humming the scent
of your favorite
hibiscus tea.
It feels unreal,
as if I'm watching a miracle
through a gap
in the curtains of time.
I have been a guest
of this borrowed heart
for too long,
tiptoeing around its walls,
careful not to wake up
fast asleep sorrows,
maybe hoping
for a regretful owner
to come back.
The abundant rain
has set the foliage on fire,
it’s still early,
birds hide and sing;
the brisk wind yearns
for che