you are the distant hills bathed in gold
the indelible web spun through stories untold
happy laughter that echoes in longish corridors
hazel eyes that capture myriad dreams
of silks in green and gurgling streams
if only i could be what i think iam
i wouldn’t search for you in mirrors at every turn
don’t say i haven’t been searching
but you can’t find what you don’t know you want
If it’s walls in which you put your trust
mine are built beyond the infinite line
don’t look for love in places, faces
cause am never to be found
if you and i were to meet
it has to be in a nameless street long after am gone
walking down lanes of a forgotten temple town
watching unfamiliar faces begin to smile
wondering if so little can mean so much
hoping to hold onto it all
do you ever think that all your broken pieces
might live across the oceans grey or in the triangular bay?
do ever walk with no destination in mind, except in circles square?
do you search for soul mates in eyes of moody blues or tempestuous curls of hair?
do you take well lit roads of addresses unknown or walk the silent stairs?
do you want for postcards from heaven or texts from strangers known?
do you hurt like crazy but talk with laughter in the air?
are you the piece that fits my puzzle or is my puzzle your affair?
have you ever thought how if you and I were to meet we would be complete?
Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.
she brews a fresh pot of tea
and places cups for two
a chill in the air fills the void never understood.
it feels like the heavens have put up a show
fairy lights and stars all aglow
vanquished demons and dragons
farewell strangers whom we met ages ago
a little light through the crack in the door
starts a blaze forever more…
…it’s an old photograph tucked away in a myriad folds
and yet every once in a while she stares at the gurgling laughter
and the strength of the hold
…she recalls the love and the warmth of a home
much before the big world, swallowed her whole
….a solitary moment captured in a sepia print
from days long ago
….and now when the storms rage and sometimes when the lights wane
against the flicker of candle light
….arises a smile, reminiscent of the little girl
that she used to know
soulful and strong the the muezzin’s call, pierces the dawn
i stare at an endless maze of buildings fawn
the sun settles for an evening gone
a flurry of doves break from their twilight spell
flying over the spires of the dome high
i close my eyes
the lights dim down.
you and i, we’ve met before
before the winding alleys to my home changed
where daisies met every morning to greet the sun
and music wafted from the apartment above
the road where i walked to the bus stop and
stopped to chase the little ducklings along the way
you and i have met before
before i forgot the way to your home
the one that has that tea shop for four
and around the bend, waters blue
with doves so white and pristine true
we’ve been apart chasing dreams, some elusive, some real
but the moon’s been out each night, leaving a trail
you and i we’ve met before
I’ve just forgotten the way home.