Author: reetam

Somewhere there is a book lost elsewhere so we would never look. Yellowed parchment the color of sunsets and kisses words the shape of lullabies in foreign tongues and the floaty things you see when you close your eyes. Where

velvet wrapped memories kept out of sight promises and hopes, wrapped in cream sunset cellophane poems and letters with words that just seemed right without a second thought the whispered precious few moments when we dreamed happy of waking up

My clockwork dream it starts tonight Its blurred edges just out of sight sepia toned and gilt engraved long forgotten and dust framed. A patchwork past hung on the wall faded out of sight for all take it down and

so they asked me why i didn’t write anymore,and i said my words have dried.but then i thought i should write a versefor it’s been a while since i’ve tried. i stretched my imagination all through my mindfor the perfect