gratitude

for every conscious and unconscious
presence


The years of us:
me weaving you
intricately.


dark nights and distant lights


buses and the wind beaten  un shut windows


books and their lines meandering without meaning


million eyes that meet my unseeing ones


of together, elsewhere


with krsna, a prayer unanswered




the years of us
me and you


bright and unreal


fantasy and childlike


journeys and endings


together, of being elsewhere




the remaining of me
the years


grateful
for your conscious and unconscious


for answered prayers