Opposite her at the table…
this morning scene unreal
like touching a dream.
My heart assumes the shape
of the open window;
expands beyond the balcony, past the trees,
the parks and the lined up buildings.
It’s parching in March. Still, spring blooms in a vase
filled to the brim with life.
And the first beautiful thing, I saw
was her eyes, not the sun which looked
so warmly into my eyes this morning.
I knew this was it…the everlasting moment.
How for a whole day I wore her Pjs
that will mean the most to me
in my entire life—
how only a few of us, get to know
that love, if it does and when it happens
is maybe, perhaps, definitely
longer than a lifetime.