With you

When I’m with you something happens to the sky:
two birds appear, they carry straws to build a nest
and clouds collide above us, the horizon is fading.

Earth is not a solid truth, not our ground no more,
a shadow, always a good place to hide, now flies,
no longer gives me shelter. Words surround us

in songs that come from passing cars, and the names of books
are sequels to our talk. You say there is a sign in all of this.
When I’m with you I know their meaning.


Comments on: "With you" (8)

  1. What a lovely poem.

    and a wonderful contrast to your last one 🙂


  2. I like this one a lot Ina.

    I love the “and the names of books are sequels to our talk” 🙂

    L&H xx

    • Thank you very much 🙂 Some booktitles in shopwindows say exactly what is on your mind, as if they were meant to be there 🙂

      L&H xx

  3. t h i n g s + f l e s h said:

    reading your words i have this exciting sense of something hidden and true coming to light.
    i can think of no deeper pleasure a work can bring. tony

  4. ‘Earth is not a solid truth’ – this, I think, speaks to the transience of all things…isn’t that what poetry feeds on. Lovely. ♥

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