Fresh like the dew of the early sun,
floating on the wings of the cloud...
an elusive contact between heaven and earth...
At that moment, you walked past Love
like the slow, rippling aura of dawn.
Something held you back;
you swayed back and forth
And a vagrant thing, drifting in the wind on the bank of the river,
saw your silhouette in the gray unresponsive sky.
Your breath, heavy with the scent of the night rose,
lingered on the river and rippled past
the weeds and the reeds of grass.
All the beautiful things of this life
touch briefly under this arch,
and we in our vagrancy,
catch the shadow and fix it on our walls.
floating on the wings of the cloud...
an elusive contact between heaven and earth...
At that moment, you walked past Love
like the slow, rippling aura of dawn.
Something held you back;
you swayed back and forth
And a vagrant thing, drifting in the wind on the bank of the river,
saw your silhouette in the gray unresponsive sky.
Your breath, heavy with the scent of the night rose,
lingered on the river and rippled past
the weeds and the reeds of grass.
All the beautiful things of this life
touch briefly under this arch,
and we in our vagrancy,
catch the shadow and fix it on our walls.
Sushama Karnik
Image: Courtesy Regina Stalzer
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