Illumination
11-13 November 2014
The sparrow flies low
Clouds gather in wake of rains
As sun sets to sleep
Scent of moist creeps into mind
And floods memories of coals
Thunder wakes the soul
Splitting dark blue skies above
A bolt wakes the heart
The lost memories surface
Into the deep of the night
The rains in splinters
Watch the glistening steam arise
As embers sizzle
Mind slicing in desert sands
Gush with remembrance of Time
Silken downpour flows
Streams of relief from dark skies
As night slowly breathes
Soothing tormented ripples
Of blazing fire in thoughts
Night silent flies by
Stars stand glistening to tune
That Nightingale sings
Do they all feel within dawn
That wakes in us light of day?
Still horizon sights
Bejeweled sky of white lights
Illumination
Morning has woken from sleep
Lost story within so deep
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