WHAT IS IN A MYTH?
The morning brought dew-drops
and several suns
multiplied
and dropped their images in every petal ,
clinging lightly at the end
and the petals held them the longest they could;
after all they were meant to be suspended between the night and the dawn, ready to drop any moment when the leaf and the petal stood heavy with the weight of love they could bear no longer.
Eyes, there are eyes everywhere if you would care to see.
Eyes in the dew, in the grass blades that shine
in the petals and the leaves.
They are all your eyes,
looking at me wherever I go,
to the sea or sky or the river,
to the mountains, the plains and the fields of grass.
Their shadows spread like the shadows in the woods;
their nuances deepen like the voices in a dream.
It's not love ordinary;
it's an invitation to partake
in the synergy of the flow;
a hint to follow till the horizon's end' till the sky's space that never ends;
reminding : life begins always at the edge of everything that seems to have come to an end..
The morning brought dew-drops
and several suns
multiplied
and dropped their images in every petal ,
clinging lightly at the end
and the petals held them the longest they could;
after all they were meant to be suspended between the night and the dawn, ready to drop any moment when the leaf and the petal stood heavy with the weight of love they could bear no longer.
Eyes, there are eyes everywhere if you would care to see.
Eyes in the dew, in the grass blades that shine
in the petals and the leaves.
They are all your eyes,
looking at me wherever I go,
to the sea or sky or the river,
to the mountains, the plains and the fields of grass.
Their shadows spread like the shadows in the woods;
their nuances deepen like the voices in a dream.
It's not love ordinary;
it's an invitation to partake
in the synergy of the flow;
a hint to follow till the horizon's end' till the sky's space that never ends;
reminding : life begins always at the edge of everything that seems to have come to an end..
Image credit : Alissa Monks
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Alissa Monks
Excellent Sushama...I love this poem...thank you so much my dear friend !:)
ReplyDeleteThank you my dear friend Shasta, my kindred soul in Nova Scotia! A compliment from you is a treasure worth cherishing
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