The night moves a little to the east.
The night sounds cease
one by one.
The sun with a golden brush
comes to clean the palette of sounds.
Love from whatever source,
when it comes, the knots at the heart come undone.

A gold coin clanging at the heart of the night,
is love remembered when the night sounds cease;
a tiny imprint left on the soul.
Your hands can feel the way
to reach me with their living touch, extended
trembling into the restless flame of day;
love remembered, a hieroglyph in a sacred cave.

Sushama Karnik
Aug20, 2017


Thanks to +Milan Lakić for the image

Originally shared by Milan Lakić - 6 comments

Oil painting by Didier Lourenço (2013)