DoorwaysA Poem by AbhraSomething draws me to write a poem that meanders inside with a wish to bloom with your name. But you know how it is I lose myself in the fireflies of life and time floats away somewhere between tonights and the clouds on their way home. As I navigate to the lines of your face morning breaks into the frailness of sleep. I milestone through the day, by your hair blowing in my heart, and then evening comes somewhere around the gentle slopes of your neck as a simple twilight. And I stop by a tree. Somewhere down by the country of poetry, there waits a boat a song of gales and a whisper of oars to nameless crosses on a nomad map and I begin to sail through truths and fables. And sometimes in my sleep I harbor close, nigh, to the native poem of you, to your touch which bears the meaning of the word- home. © 2010 Abhra |
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Added on April 1, 2010Last Updated on April 23, 2010 |