A crescent moon hangs low
As I wait for my tea.
A slip of light
On a dark canvas
Dissolves
The clamor of the day,
And I think of you…
As the night hums
To the drum of the universe,
Your voice softening,
Ambrosia-like,
Immortal nectar
In my mind.
(c) Karen K.L. Espaniola 2013, All Rights Reserved
hinarising 
May 14, 2013 @ 11:05:41
Your words touched my heart deeply. I always read poetry aloud to understand and appreciate it better, and this masterpiece flows so beautifully.
May 14, 2013 @ 15:39:26
Noora, Thank you! I’m glad you can find enjoyment in my writing! I enjoy yours as well.