April 2025 Editor's Choice: "Passing By"
- ilamagazine1
- May 8
- 1 min read
(Photograph above, © Peter Davies)
Who am I to love you,
The flower of my sight,
Who am I to need you,
In colors burning bright,
Who am I to touch you,
The breeze upon my skin,
Who am I to dream you,
A bell my soul shall ring.
The sky is blue and open
For a mountain and the sea,
Spring becoming summer
I hear it whispering to me
The sky is blue and silent
As the valley bathed in light,
Music sings in every stone
A life stirs there tonight.
What am I to love you
The river beneath the rain,
What am I to know you In visions I feel the pain;
What am I to breathe you
The wind loving the trees,
What am I to ache for you
A fool falling to his knees.
The sky is blue and longing
For the flower meadow girl,
Summer becoming autumn
While our stories they unfurl;
The sky is blue and flawless
As I search its depths for you,
Time retraces our footsteps
A heart evaporates like dew.
Who am I to love you
The apple blossom kiss,
Who am I to need you
In a place to perfect bliss;
Who am I to touch you
The shadow of the Moon,
Who am I to dream you,
A day that ends too soon.
© PETER DAVIES
UK
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