Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Fleeting

A fleeting little moment
of tranquil pleasure,
Like the sunbird's song!
ever-young; eternal!
Resounding high notes of passion,
echoing in the wilderness of thoughts,
Youth; a haunting melody ..

Like the first blossom of spring,
perched precariously
on an invisible branch,
washed in bright sunlight!
iridescent reflections,
ever-enchanting!
The kaleidoscope of memories ..

A dazzled little moment,
tweaking with its tiny red beak,
the straws of time.
Nesting outside my window,
tirelessly flapping its gossamer wings,
ushering in spring!
Love ..

The technicolour haze
of an inconsequential,
dream,
like that first drizzle
coughed out hesitantly
by a shy sky;
Floating eternally
in the silence of the soul,
like a rain-cloud!
Existence .. 

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