I will drink a glass of water
And fade back to bed
By my pricking thumb
I sense a shade of dread
Someday my nights will detach and tear
But for now I must humor tears unshed
By the way I feel it now
The thing I miss
Is gone somehow
Into a quiet place without a name.
Somewhere in heaven a flower bows
I am in the mood to melt your tears
I am in the soft song of years
Of waiting writing and greeting pain
Your praise is beyond my
wildest prayer.
Five years backbone stiff
And tears unspent
Thoughts coagulate the blood in my brain
The children have grown to music in my veins
The soft death of certain pain
I tried the attire of love again
Found out old fits and went insane
With harrowing joy curved the hollow of my life
But then let it go
The road back it is
To safety's den .
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014

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