The sack times begin.
A voice of yours
sweet and mesmerizing,-
flashes back on to me
and drifts from the body-top
… to the bottom of the feet
as if nothing matter to me ,but you!
My heart skims over
The world of your memories
Like a blackish plumage and a white rump bird
Of the open ocean, bounding and darting
Over the color spectrum of oceanic waves.
They bide here.
When the mind wakes up its wise intellect,
They persist and purl all the way: From the cerebrum
to the heart of adoration.
They drizzle touching these leafy
flowers of my life;
They come like the Tsunami waves throughout
my mind
Constant and restless they are.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin