The soothing Sunday thoughts: This warm August night
I would love to take this warm August night
that stretches like a soft fog over the garden
and preserve it as a green fragrant scarf
for the cold winter nights.
I would love to take this warm August night
when everything is still so good and we all are alive,
I would weave my dreamy thoughts like threads into this scarf
for all these days when nothing is in the color of sun,
for days when I am lost and floating in an unfriendly universe,
for days that happen to show up from nowhere
when something persistently nags my subconscious mind:
our life has so many broken dreams and forgotten promises.
I would love to take this warm August night
and fold it neatly as a green fragrant scarf
and put it away,
put it away so far that I hardly can find it,
so far that when I find it I can recall this warm August night
and believe our bad days disappear with the fading darkness of night
and this scarf feels again like a warm fog around my shoulders
to prevent from death and frost.
