A warm cup of tea,
and the breeze to accompany
there couldn't be a better setting
for you to saunter, walk in!
Of course we had history,
under the old, large rain tree...
but i wasn't sure if you'd remember
those li'l fires, and after, the embers?
What brings you here anyways?
the embers are long gone, the smoke astray...
there'd be but weathered signs
of conflict between the heart and mind!
If all you want to do is
traverse that path shroud in mist -
come, that's what i am up to
and that will make us two!
I have no clue, where we'll go
maybe beyond this shroud, we'll know
what's left of our history -
a spark, embers, a mystery?
where we get to, land or sea
together again - is the key!
let it stay, a mystery -
why don't we rewrite history? :)
and the breeze to accompany
there couldn't be a better setting
for you to saunter, walk in!
Of course we had history,
under the old, large rain tree...
but i wasn't sure if you'd remember
those li'l fires, and after, the embers?
What brings you here anyways?
the embers are long gone, the smoke astray...
there'd be but weathered signs
of conflict between the heart and mind!
If all you want to do is
traverse that path shroud in mist -
come, that's what i am up to
and that will make us two!
I have no clue, where we'll go
maybe beyond this shroud, we'll know
what's left of our history -
a spark, embers, a mystery?
where we get to, land or sea
together again - is the key!
let it stay, a mystery -
why don't we rewrite history? :)
Love it, David. Why does it feel like you are the reincarnation of Frost, Blake and Wordsworth. This is really good!
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You are super kind, Priyanka! Thank you for the encouragement! :)
ReplyDeleteWhen somebody reads and comments, it does make my day (for several days!) :D
What brings you here any ways?
ReplyDeletethe embers are long gone, the smoke astray...
there'd be but weathered signs
of conflict between the heart and mind!
very nice lines, David. After a long time I came back to your blog, which once was buoyant . The melancholy note makes the poem touching.
Rewriting history. ..if only that was possible
ReplyDeleteI would write you into my past
And love the embers and sparks through the turns of time...
What a mystery that time will be now....
Well done David...you make my heart song with longing
Hi, like i told you already...n many times so....you inspire me to write...
ReplyDeletei just recall the way we continued this poem.... :D
Ahem ����
ReplyDeleteSigh!!!! Hauntingly beautiful :))))
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