Rising From the Cloud

Rising from the static cloud opaque The face transparent takes a form melancholic Drenched by the melting dark cloud Showering shredded memories not yet dead The eyes mystically closed by eyelashes woven Dreaming the dreams not yet broken The hair made up with hope and care Made the face for a while a thing of desire Now entangled in knotted rope of despair Flies dishevelled uncontrolled reaching nowhere Blown by the winds of neglect and rejection The sensuous moist lips Vibrant with warm surrender once Now half-parted dry and crumpled Frozen in the air of cold discard Tell the eyes in waning quiver : Hold the tears Don’t let the dreams swim away Hold the tears Till I disappear in the cloud again. August 6, 2017