I imagine you

I imagine you a little differently
Not like a text gone rough
Under yellow envelops
not like September
Whose cherry
evenings fill up the Sky
with gallery
of footprints and stories and tales

But the way a painter keeps
Away
From the canvass a treasure
of colours
Scared enough to reveal his art to
the World
The shyness of a Poet to flute a Verse
Nearby
The cataract of rhymes
His feelings so are parallel to mine

Or sometimes
like
Fallen leaves bunched
Beneath the trees
To kiss with snoring eyes the
Mother earth
Their end and the beginning so
Delicately submerged

I imagine you a little differently
In stillness of solitude
In songs of silence
As if someone
As if no one

Photo by Ashley Byrd on Unsplash

A special thanks to all beautiful readers.🙏🙏❤️