Thursday, July 21, 2011

The tickle dream

In a dream You
tickled me and I tickled you back
( yours was better).

And though my heart can only bloom
inside Your lovely garden
and though it's only Your soul that
sings me back to sleep in the middle
of the night
I know now that all I've done here
is crafted me a set of beautiful wings
with which I'll never truly be able to fly.


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5 comments:

Madhulika said...

Ohh.. i always love your piece of art..!! its always so small, sweet and meaningful :)

rivercat said...

hi madhulika, thanks for the sweet comment ! :)

Borderline Lil said...

My favourite line is "though it's only Your soul that sings me back to sleep in the middle of the night". Sigh.

eudaimoniac said...

I'm not so sure, with cultivation, those wings might take you to soaring heights. Nice warm-feeley piece.

zonedin said...

I don't know why I love that word "tickle" so much? Maybe it's because my dad was quite the tickle monster and my mom was not in the least bit playful, so I would really get excited when daddy came home and tickled me till I cried and my mom would cry "No horseplay in the house!!!" But I love the feeling of being tickled...even though it drives me crazy!!!! I'm pretty sure that even with wings I couldn't fly while being tickled..I'm pretty much useless.