We'll take a walk in the forest.
Breathe in the scent of roses and cut grass.
Smell the pine sap, caress the elm bark.
Hold hands until she falls asleep.
You curl up in my arms for no reason at all.
Maybe it's the cold, or maybe it's passion.
Feeling your hair and skin on my skin.
My heart, so cold, warms again.
All the stars are shining to give us light.
Just to tell us that we'd better keep moving.
On the same path, we find ourselves together.
Just thinking about it makes the whole forest tremble.
On cut grass and mistletoe in your hand.
You ask a question that seems like nothing.
A promise made one day that I must answer.
A kiss, silence and our souls merge.
About the Creator
Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).


Comments (2)
Awww, this was so sweet and lovely! Such a wonderful poem!
beautiful!