Perfect

 

 

It has been a thousand years now,

With this idea in the back of my mind.

It has been hanging there like a shining star,

Like a diamond ring swinging on the;

Branch of a tree in my backyard.

Right at the front door that I have to see it;

Every second I step outside.

It’s the moments I have wasted,

Seconds I spent staring outside my window,

Waking up at midnight to think it over again.

A sip of wine runs down my throat,

Watching movies and listening to music.

I wrote this poem ten thousand years back,

Hoping one day to understand it.

So perfectly I have realised,

I didn’t need to write it down.

What an anonymous poem;

It is,

Just perfect.

                                                           

         

                                                                By Sonio Kalimbo