I heard her sing in joy and abandon
In a verdant, vivid vale of Kashmir,
An ode to the dawn’n glory of spring.
The sky, its clouds and color aflame:
The fragrant, resurgence of life anew!
On your wings my hopes and dreams!
I entreat you, please, do bear with me,
Hold me, help me thro’ life, to dance
With real love’n joy and insouciance!
My heart says the one’ll soon arrive.
Call him. I’ve waited years for him
With garlands of roses’n lilies, I wove,
From branches aswing in a graceful waltz
With drops of dew in the morning sun.
Paint these my hands with henna red.
Coiffure my hair with shining stars
For the handsome one. His flute I hear
From miles away. The breeze brings me
His words of love and enraptures me.
My soul longs for him and his love.
Call him, my friends. Call him for me!
Categories:
aswing, emotions, friend, friendship, poems,
Form: Free verse
A sum of wants and needs
To write a verse or two before I die
To recreate a beauty that I’ve seen
To cause a tear to form within an eye
From seeing a thing that’s gone tho it had been
Common as a haddock small thrown back
Through eyes as blue as sky or salty green
Though it were all I carried in a sack
With staff aswing on shoulders bony bold
Would e’er that I could take a different tack
And keep your precious soul from growing old
This life is hard on souls as wild as mine
So tethered to the sum of day to day
I cannot ever seem to work as fine
To give a reason for this feeling fey
The fear of being alone is here again
As ever it enthralls these days of gray
Let all the fetters fall and I can fly
As free as any nightingale to sing
A verse or two of love before I die
To balance all the joy of life you bring
Categories:
aswing, love, song-thank you, life,
Form: Iambic Pentameter