Seconds

What was all this for?

a few happy seconds
in a day full of suffering.

it is as it is.

Life is just life

I want to feel it.

I don’t want to see
only images in my head.
I want to feel
what you feel
Feel it on my skin.
Tell me until I believe.

And what was all this for?

© W. Donovan

Emily’s house

Listen
what it’s whispering on your ear,
the wind.
Compose the deck of cards,
and I’ll tell you the past,
it’s water.
Ask for my hand,
and I’ll grab the edge of my dress.
We’ll dance together
wind dances with water.
We’ll create waves,
which cover the sun.


© W. Donovan