A Poets Love

A Poets Love.

I have seen him in one fractured glimpse
of my shattered crystal globe
A shard of sunlight
Under a tree
In foreign exotic robe.
softly smouldering me
like a
Real Prince
Arrogance etched upon his lips
Fire in his eyes
And ever since
He resembles deep smoke on the water to me.
And ever since
His teasing pictures dance like a
haze in the mirror in me.

But  this wicked vision
Comes from afar
Let no one come too close or near
A land of unbroken sea and stars
Fringed by cliffs so sheer.
His house upon the very peak
It's keys carried in an eagle's beak
O no one come too near.

My childhood home was by the seas
The gateways trembling in the waves on the lees
O keeper give back my keys to me
But His kingdom's crystal gates have closed

Days have passed many suns arose
The limbre tree now sheds its reddened gold
My skies are flush with my blushes bold
And you poet are the only  soul I chose,  behold-

And you proud poet are the only soul I choose to behold....

Two  hearts one tune some divine graces
Twin rivers  softly kissing each others tresses
Before
plunging into the sea that blesses
Such a lovely communion
Such a silvery reunion

May such kindred tales unfold.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014