by Tim Kavi
in my hands
faces turn to dust
ashes filter through my memories
as they are carried
away by the wind
even in this
desert
I have not forgotten you
Goddess
early I rise
while things still seem
shadowed in the dunes
to seek your face
my muse has departed
the word became
bitter to my stomach
like something bad
I ate
only here I long for You
and your water
I drink
the words only
come from you
where they only could
I saw my reflection
I am not the man
I used to be
garnished years
worn in wrinkles
that cannot be hidden
don't hide
the callings, the longing,
the crying out
to your love bidden
there is only
a turning again
a steadfast return
joys in the desert
with no muse
there is my dancing
for my captivity
you have turned it again
and again
the broken one's
captivity
Oh Goddess
you have turned it back
again!
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sudam! Your work is so inspiring and I am honored by your comment!
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