Along Comes a Flood
On a drowsy dusk in summer the air suddenly stops to flow,
the trees seemed stilled fossils, their boughs drooping low.
The horizon turns a slate draped in clouds rising in layers,
the thunder splinters the falling sky, rattling me unaware.
The swirling nimbus carries the storm in its rampant surge,
wild winds from all directions rush untamed and converge.
I stand beneath the swinging tree in an entranced state,
turn into a fallen leaf the torrent will carry to you, I wait.
On a dreamy dusk in summer you’re with flowers in garden,
the monsoon wind wafts on your shoulders all of a sudden,
your face is covered by the web of disheveled swirling hair,
like a peacock you dance on the bank of river called desire.
Your rhythmic feet creates waves in air, you become a storm,
along comes a flood of yearning in my life you then transform,
carry me in fervent flow like a drifting leaf resigned to its fate,
I long to float in your ardent current till the end of time, I wait.
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February 3, 2022
Title Chosen : Along Comes A Flood
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
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