I Gather the Sound of Leaves
I gather the sound of leaves, the crazy wind,
the secret of the bird wings, that splinter
the sunrays...
Feathers , journeys , oceans , skies.
The sea , the chorus of waves ,
recall the caress, the deep music of the ocean,
the serenading moonlight --
a wildflower --
beside you, lying in the grass
under a cloud of mist.
Breaths spent in one beat;
Wet hair spilling lavender --
And the contours blur, drown in the night air
....On your hair, and on your lips,
I am in those traces
of the morning dew.
(© Gautami Phookan , 06/04/2015 , All rights reserved)
Copyright © Gautami Phookan | Year Posted 2016
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