Then I Close My Eyes

Dis
appearing in the shadow
of an applenot tree

You are the first to see
the earth

I feel
only your hands

You see
then you show me

Two in the light
like ghosts from the first century on the way home, we appear
then disappear to one

My hands move to make you turn

To see the world I thought may not remain
for another moon
now placed within touch

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ to touch

what it holds

To hold it all
in the moonlight

Tipsy in your scent
I wonder how
one could know a dream if in one?

Because I might as well be in my bed
We could be
far apart

Away ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from here
still in the timelessness of our minds
daydreaming to a song

I will reason tomorrow

Now you are here

I move, I touch, I see




Poetry by Praveen Bhusal
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Written on 2018-06-13 at 08:31

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Bibek
I like the reference to Genesis. I am awed by the soothing effect the poem has. I wonder what an "applenot" tree is.
2018-06-16


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautifully gentle poem. I like especially the line "like ghosts from the first century."
2018-06-13