From you
I don’t want anything new
no more gifts
nor the scent of landscapes
rising to fill us,
no bouquets of insight
left by my head
in the tenderness of morning,

no intoxication
of thoughts that open horizons
where rooms are low,
nor the sever of spring
under the grid of old worlds
that has set on our skin,
nor my favourite blue,
the cobalt
colour of silence.

No.
All I want
is your two hands
pulsing in mine,
the two of us
back in a circle
round our love.

John O’Donohue

1. tellmewhere2start likes this
2. elina-astra likes this
3. beholders-eye likes this
4. art-and-dream likes this
5. unfurling likes this
6. half-formed-things likes this
7. meanwhiledream likes this
8. fourteenth likes this
9. bayernicke likes this
10. rooo likes this
11. chrisinthestudio likes this
12. gregorystees likes this
13. esostrefia reblogged this from sashastergiou
14. seemoreandmore likes this
15. focalgirl likes this
16. natur-elle-mel likes this
17. blackshivers likes this
18. detroitgirl reblogged this from sashastergiou
19. detroitgirl likes this
20. sashastergiou likes this
21. grimly-fiendish likes this
22. 3wings posted this