Tea and Prose
The open terrace was his room
Lying on the charpoy bed
With hands behind his head
He sang songs looking up at the night sky
Watching the twinkling dance of the stars.
While she complained
Lying on her memory foam mattress
About back pain!
I hear your voice calling me into the darkness of the night.
Longingly. Patiently.
I hurry down and see you waiting for me.
You reach your hand out for me to hold on to.
You look into my eyes and whisper,
Come, let’s fly.
Fly away into the wilderness of the night skies.
Into Words 