Twin Palms

Twin Palms In a pensive mood I walked downhill Reflecting on the disappearing years Wondering how many more autumns left To enjoy the golden sun on his way home Down the flaming hill-side. I spread out my palm to catch The messages of love sent By my luminous-amorous lover. My palm gilded as his light passed through it The lines on my palm stood out Like roads now deserted For only a few loved travellers still enjoying The scenic and peaceful landscape. I clasped my fist to hold his fading golden light Treasuring it in my kingdom Of simple rustic joys. I travelled down my long road Remembering all the hands Warm enough to hold mine To lead me to reach my destiny. The pine breeze softly whispered 'Open both your palms before your face Permit his alpenglow through it to burnish your face'. Smilingly I opened the tightened fist to free The twinkling golden spark I was holding onto a moment ago And joined the other like twin palms spread out. My romantic golden lover sailed down his gondola His voice musically echoing in the valley 'With my light of love burning in your heart Your hands have been warmed enough For anyone to hold for a lifetime of joy'. Balveen Cheema November18, 2014 Contest:Any Poem Written This Week Sponsor: Skat A