The Lost Spring

This day you left me
And spring lost its flower forever
At early spring, young called never
Again in a low silent day,
I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper

In a black and white glow dream
Far away from the silky moon sprung
There birds feathers were oping with high delicate
Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant
But the high divine melody colored the deep purple

Then another high spring fallen to light purple
Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again
At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate
And the Sunflower rises on the first shines of sun
Melts with a dream after a long winter washed

Musfiq us shaleheen,12th February,2014

by Musfiq us shaleheen

Comments (15)

Sad to hear that but lost is lost find autumn
eu the spring you'll lost the beginning. Great metaphor.
The poem is really mesmerising! !
This poem is a lovely evocation of the spring season, both for its beauty and for its memories. You use of colors is remarkable - I especially like the purple - it makes spring not only a riot of growing things but also an explosion of colors after the dullness of winter. You wrote of your appreciation of my spring poem and now I can express my appreciation of yours. We may live thousands of miles apart but poetry and spring create a unity in our two minds.
Melts with a dream after a long winter washed nice idea.
See More