Illumination

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