by Alastre Zidler
O my weary warrior,
My beloved sleepy-head!
Come burrow with me
Beneath our cozy shroud.
Let us be buried together
In the sweet private
Velvets of the earth,
My body riddled in
The secrets of your arms.
Let us consort as elements:
Fire, wind and love,
Waters nourishing the
Infant lotus, monsooning
Into fiery bloom.
Let us bring laughter to time,
Fade-less in the dance of seasons,
As legend to the stars
And parable of Heaven.
Let us be together.
Author's Note: Agar mein aawaz hun to tum mera geet ho.
"If I am a voice then you are my song" (I think)
Posted on 05/21/2003
Copyright © 2019 Alastre Zidler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/21/03 at 11:50 PM|
a nice cocoon of a lullabye, just lovely
|Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/23/03 at 04:48 PM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/24/03 at 02:27 PM|
Truly moving and highly original romantic poetry. It's all great, but I especially like that third stanza.
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/24/03 at 05:13 PM|
Love transcending to the elements, the essence of all things. This sounds like loving some one by essence.AAWAZ KO GEET SE ALAG NAHIN KIYA JA SAKTA. They are in seperable.
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/06/03 at 09:15 PM|
this is most beautiful
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/21/09 at 08:22 PM|
I am very happy to find your works.