sometimes..

 

Sometimes on a lonely night

 

When the stars above wrap themselves in the gossamer of a misty dream

When darkness stretches out under obtusely thick woods in languor

When the plaintive cry of another solitary bird pierces the
fortified silence of slumber

My heart pumps a sudden surge of remembrance…

 

The agony and ecstasy of a forgotten life.. lived through
again, in the fullness of a flashing moment

 

A single searing moment of passion blooming a million
flowers on your body

 

Small shiny and fragrant

My paradise in spring

 

I had lived my life

In the deserts of sun scorched days

Feeding on mirages

 

Fingers like roots clawing deep into the dry womb

Seeking the wetness of compassion

That can grow my shoots green again

I had lived my life

In the deafening clutter of noisy chaos

Seeking the imagined strain of a remembered note

 

When silence wrapped itself around the flow of the song

Like hands wrapping a tender shoot

Sometimes deep into noon

 

When the sun lies in wait for the weary soul to step into
the molten sea of heat

Draining him dry like a fearless blood thirsty vampire

 

When white vapours from a heaving earth reaches outward to
the blank friendless ether

 

My heart longs for the deep silent shades of your grotto

Where the gurgle of underground streams and songs of  invisible birds

Colour the walls of blissful memory

I wander the wasted shores of a paradise that was never to
be

with worn feet and wind gnawed body

 

But the heart still carries you

Like a dainty dried up petal treasured between forgotten folios

 

Smooth and fragrant, still

 

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