To Isis Sleeping
Belgrade, city I’ve never been to, but I’ve pushed my soul all over the world in the middle of the night, across a street is easy, and made gentler by raindrops you can hear but not feel.
Thank you Masa for making this reflection, sweetly distorted by your soul like ripples in a pond, gentle water.
This is for everyone who meets their lovers better in dreams.
Posted October 6, 2012