Nameless

I do not know you
by touch
or smell
or sight.
Nor by the open sky in your eyes
or the language of rain.

No, I do not know you
by the song of clouds
or by the moist wind
hiding inside your eyelashes.

Neither do I know you
by the seabreeze
of your walk.
Or by the light that you
radiate,
nor by your laughter
or its absence.

I know you as obscure,
illusive
warmth
of a nameless spring
casting shadows
on winter.

3/6/2006 12:49 AM - First Posted