Losing myself

Losing myself

Being absorbed by winter mountain wind and rain
making a mockery of my thick skin.

Feeling the hot sun on my skin as the sound of waves breaking on a beach
fills the empty space between my ears.

Looking into the eyes of someone brave enough to fully look into mine
exploding the space where I assume my head is.

Resting my forehead against our cat, Albert’s, tiny head
filled with a gentle vastness that I will never know
in the hope that somehow it seeps through…

5 thoughts on “Losing myself”

  3. Darling Euan, so beautifully spoken. I would look into your eyes and would love to feel little Alby’s head against mine. You are a sensitive soul. I so appreciate your words. xoxo

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