! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Downhill

I dare to touch the
Air of his walking past;
I flair the soundless messages
Daunted by lust;

Followed down one by one
The steps-
With cluttered mood!
All by chance
Travelled mind-
Arrested by sweet load!

For a second what prevailed?
For her an age survived?
The air pondered the pace to paint:
The ascending clouds, all silent:

13th Apr2010

by Moushumi moushumi

Comments (4)

When thy little heart doth wake, Then the dreadful night shall break A great poem.
Wonderful flow of words to lull the baby- 10
Feeling sleepy now....Nicely written.
sleep sleep sweetest dreams