Of perhaps and of maybes

2 September 2015

 

You didn’t know me

I, gazing back realised

That neither did I

 

The scent of your skin

I did not know it either

Like a raw green fruit

 

Translucent and bare

Ripening under some sun

That rose pitiless

 

Its shadow stretched out

On lands that called to my mind

Loved Tuscanny

 

Perhaps life will sway

Buckling under the treasure

Of those lost moments

 

Perhaps life will weigh

From the fruit at its edges

Like a slanting trunk

 

Maybe love will skim

Giving in to the pressure

Of its own torments

 

Maybe love will learn

From its own unkempt pledges

Like a rabid drunk

 

Perhaps love’s desert

Where the sands move tireless

Waves on raging sea

 

Perhaps love’s a stream

Renouncing gift of water

Where mirrored light glows

 

Maybe life is firm

Its roots planted in the ground

Like an olive tree

 

Maybe life is gift

Scarcity does not matter

Where abundance grows

 

Perhaps just to say

Per actual happenings

That real would spell out

 

Maybes aiming high

Tokens of when I once wished

An unreal clout

 

Banishing the doubt

Perhaps in string of maybes

Occurring, waning

 

A life made of chains

Of perhaps and of maybes

Blurring differing

 

Hypothetical

Breathed in hoping may it be

As day’s sun shimmered

 

Perhaps whimsical

What’s left of time’s passing me

Recounts that glimmered

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