Fleeting
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.
Copyright © Aida Melesse | Year Posted 2012
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