June 10, 2011

Soon

dedicated to my blue-eyed baby!

*****

Little crumpled post-its hidden under sleeves
make-shift melodies paused and played
drifting like flute tones in the wind
a rare earth bound twiglet rooting itself
eyes, nay, searchlights reading chapters in the clouds
wrapping texts of thought beneath the skin-folds.

Bide your time, soon the storm shall come
no, maybe this time a gentle summer rain

*****

1 comment

Mudita Pasari said...

Thank you dear...!!!!!

love you more and more.

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Maira Gall