My Favourite Book

We lie on our backs

And float in the vast

Ocean

Of stars in the ceiling,

My eyes drift and collide with yours,

I wished they were green that day,

But they remain grey.

“A window would open up this space

From a designers point of view,

Drapes of silk

A gilded frame

Your face looking through,

It’s almost the same,

It feels like an art gallery

The exhibit a mystery

And the corners of history

Come together for a

One night stand,

But the only one I’m looking at

Is you, before you

Might have changed,

Isn’t it strange,

This time in our lives?”



And then I folded the corner of the page.