My Poems

The kid in me wants to play The grown up asks, who's going to pay What do you say?

In the coffee shop Breaking my reverie She walked in Without knocking My eyes followed her gentle walk As she moved around the tables Like a swan among lotuses To the coffee counter The sparkle of her earrings Reflected on her cheeks I could not believe that it was her So I opened my eyes  And she was also part of my reverie