Poems
(AISHA)
WIND
Wind thou art the reason I live
WIND thou moveth like dust within
Thou stand the vanquished point
Where solemn dust and pain unite
The tree, the flower , the green field of morrow
Seem verdant green
Sad with a pale face
To the shower of rain
Pale to look anon
At the sky , of heaven
The canopy of broken reserve
Come like vain endeavor
To devour
Wind thou art
The soul I love
Come unto me
For the love has yet to ignite
From thy respite
Hold me tight
Like barren fields
Letting in the air from no where
Cling on to my rest of peace
Until iam dust to this sorrow
JOYOUS, AMITY
NOT LONG AGO
I FELT THY RHYTHM
OF DISCONTENT
IN MY HEART
OF SACRED GOLD
NOT LONG AGO
MY FEELING GAVE WAY
TO A STATE OF INEARTIA
AND INDOLENCE
COMING MY WAY
TO WARDS THE LAKE
BESIDES THE FLOWER BED
OF BLOSSOMS AND THORNS
I FELT THY RHYTHEM
I FELT THY TEMPO
I FELT MY PASSON
GOING WILD FOR THEE
AND A BIRTH OF DESIRE,
HOPE AND GOODWILL
ALL THAT WOULD TRANSCENT THEE
FROM ME
AND FROM MY WORLD
OF PEACE.
NOT LONG AGO
I FELT LOVE FOR THEE
AND JOYOUS AMITY THAT
FLOURISHED FOR THEE
REMAINED UNFELT
BY THEE
TILL ALL FADED
IN THE PRESENT
JUST TO REMAIN
STAGNANT IN THE PAST
AND WHAT I FELT WAS
AMITY AND NOTHING ELSE
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