Saturday, April 18, 2009
Affections, desires, aspirations!
The varied moods stemming in the soul;
The tune of music that is in the song
Is the sublime sound fulfilling my dreams.
Let such music come to pass, in the
Honey comb of flowers and drip down
Its nectar, into the dazzling radiance of love.
That is the rhythm of the torrential music;
The music which dances, emanating
Out of her lips, and the cadence that
Quenches the thirst, of my weary heart.
Let the resonance of it be carried through
The ripples of breeze that quivers the blossoms,
Under the silver clouds hanging above sylvan
Hills of my lonely existence, and make them
My heart beats, sustaining my spirit...