Fleeting

Written by: aida melesse

As to heed from behind the wall
The call of birds in their hidden bed,
that drifts into silence.. 

Catch a light pierce through a cloud
in the night
for a minute.

A sight of a fleeting wind
A running wave
A rolling stone
From a mountain top
That doesn’t wait.

Stay for a moment.

My anxious eyes
want to keep you 
my curious hands 
to refine you
Rubbing you 
as if you are a magic lamp
which you might be.

You leave  trails 
of forgotten seeds
to be picked up 
by the hungry ones,

By the time my mind
has eaten its way, 
I have paused.

Lost.

My feet at your gate
looking at your face,

Stay for a moment.