Author: Teresa Ortberg


If your eyes were not the color of coal,
The dark that exists between the shadow and the soul,
There would be nothing.
If I could not imagine you by the light of the summer moon,
There would be nothing.
If all the waterdrops, all the roots, all the threads could
not gather here,
There would be nothing.
Here will be your fragrance till the sun and earth, the blood and sky fulfill their promises of sweetness and pleasure.
If I cannot hear your laughter drop like the hawk from a stony tower
There is nothing.
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence.
Without the light you carry in your hand.
You slipped out from the dark and I did not know you.
But I have surrendered to the night.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Stacey ( -- Thursday, May 27 2004, 02:16 am

Very Descriptive

I think this poem was very well written. I look forward to reading more of your work. Good job !
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