The metro buses here in Seattle have short poems written on them, so that people can read poems when they have nothing else to do and are staring aimlessly anywhere and everywhere. I happen to read most of them not because I have nothing to do, but because I admire beautiful things :)
Happened to read this short and sweet poem today. Hopefully I can reproduce it or I can blame it on age and crack a cheap joke about loss of memory. So here it goes:
If night`s stone in the street is shining
Polished an oil-brown dazzle by rain
Sheet me in silk and sail me to China
or slip me in linen and mail me to Spain
But when the springs pink in the cherry tree leaps
Rain blossom all day and pillow my sleep.
Hmmm not deep and all, but is sweet and even though I am very busy, I thought I will put it up :)
Happened to read this short and sweet poem today. Hopefully I can reproduce it or I can blame it on age and crack a cheap joke about loss of memory. So here it goes:
If night`s stone in the street is shining
Polished an oil-brown dazzle by rain
Sheet me in silk and sail me to China
or slip me in linen and mail me to Spain
But when the springs pink in the cherry tree leaps
Rain blossom all day and pillow my sleep.
Hmmm not deep and all, but is sweet and even though I am very busy, I thought I will put it up :)
