Captured Moment
In sleep,
your gossamer breath
is as Tingsha bells,
carried
on my
hazy consciousness.
I listen for your sounds
in the semi-silent
tick-tock night.
Oblivious
to my admirations,
borne of your captivating mien,
I watch: charmed without a chant
or trance-inducing wheel.
I would not wish
to pop the moment,
but hold
the promise
of a touch,
lightly hovering
above your skin.
Drifting now,
I turn
in mellow mood,
succumbing
to my circadian clock.
Sleep of the righteous,
I smile and rest,
my head
welcoming
the fresh linen.
Lotus floats
in meditative state
and takes me
to another place,
content
within
the moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Martin, such a lovely write👍👍👍