Coconuts

Hand on thy hand, no walking distance Under the yellow sun wandering glance Silence of pebbles with the striding sea Snail pace towards the soaked shore tree The thirst grips the tongue of our mute love Shadow of the coconut tree greets the dove The rhythm of the streaming water notes hum Swinging green coconuts clip the poetic balm Flying Swallow gazes at the black cloud for slaking Albatross shows infinity in the harmonious ring Coconut leaves frolic for the whistling breeze Our love is so centripetal like the coconuts fizz Let’s drink the coconuts with the soul of poetic verse Drink all so alike that none do slacken none can farce