Poetry
Soft as a poem
You are soft as a poem /
Placid as a mountain stream . . . Your lips are rosebuds on a
Beach at dawn /
Your flowing hair is a celebration
Of monsoon glory . . . Your laughter is mellow nocturnal
Rain /
Your whisper speaks of autumnal
Pleasures . . . You dance on the gleaming sand /
My ancient flute plays around your
Fairy feet . . . My hand lingers on your fair cheeks /
My eyes travel across the landscape
Of your nose . . . Your touch will heal /
Your song will cause new spring
In the parched soul of a desert . . . The light falls here /
As the roads take you home /
The moon is in stupor yet . . . The sun goes with you /
The stars go looking for you /
As dreams gleam in your eyes . . . You are, lady, my poetry /
You are, woman, my remembrance
Of God
Placid as a mountain stream . . . Your lips are rosebuds on a
Beach at dawn /
Your flowing hair is a celebration
Of monsoon glory . . . Your laughter is mellow nocturnal
Rain /
Your whisper speaks of autumnal
Pleasures . . . You dance on the gleaming sand /
My ancient flute plays around your
Fairy feet . . . My hand lingers on your fair cheeks /
My eyes travel across the landscape
Of your nose . . . Your touch will heal /
Your song will cause new spring
In the parched soul of a desert . . . The light falls here /
As the roads take you home /
The moon is in stupor yet . . . The sun goes with you /
The stars go looking for you /
As dreams gleam in your eyes . . . You are, lady, my poetry /
You are, woman, my remembrance
Of God
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