What lingers
I’d like to be what lingers
while you sleep:
the smell of jasmine
and the drops of rain
that cling
to trembling leaves.
I’d like to stay with you,
when you are far away
on private journeys.
I’d like to be what lingers
while you sleep:
the smell of jasmine
and the drops of rain
that cling
to trembling leaves.
I’d like to stay with you,
when you are far away
on private journeys.