Trees spilling with boughs of white flowers
Like bright eyes, shrouded in the waxy palms of leaves
I watch some fall, stolen by the breeze, I watch them fall
(in love). Petals unfurling, they embrace the dusk
with open arms, sprinkling the earth. Hush. Listen to them
land: tiny, soft blankets for unseen slumbering fairies.
I dream that the patterns they make are for a ceremony
Blessing your song, making way for your unforgettable tune
Pouring like nectar on my hungry heart.
How the meeting of our eyes let loose waves
that crashed, oh how they rushed onwards
to the shore, like homecoming, or a long-lost lover
I receive them at last, those cool sprays of water, laugh as
they fall into the beloved sands of my open arms, fall (in love).
Nameless grace, your melodies still
ripple in my ears, and in the air still lingers
the fragrant hint of your deep, sweet breath in time
with mine, though you are gone as soon as you arrive –
like those fallen flowers, eloping with the next gust
of summer breeze. I smile though I must let you go,
I smile because I think of your love, like those pearl petals
tumbling away on the wind, taking their magic onwards,
further, I smile because I think of another heart falling open
in your warmth, falling (in love)
By Shreya Manna ©
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