Wednesday 1 April 2020

Beyond


Oh world! be fooled not
by the music of my colors
don’t be awestruck
by the poetry of my words
fall in love not with the strokes
of my paintbrush.
Oh world! But do taste
the fragrance of it all,
for it comes from
somewhere that’s alien,
to know the fragrance
of the beyond.

O Dearly loved!

I wait, Nervy, eager, in anticipation Like the first birth of a child Heart quivering to clasp him close Nights bereft of sleep Like a new...