Awaiting outside closed windows,
For one to perhaps open,
Let the breeze come through and graze my face,
Take me with grace,
A smile on my face,
No more stumbling in an unprecedented race,
Just a light calming breeze to come through,
Leave a light in my place.
2 comments:
I adore elegant flight of solitude in an all-compassing space of peace that crowns it with a leisurely presence of an endless string of mirth...in just waiting...
As Tagore wrote,
"In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise"
I wish it flows on forever...
Regards,
This post was in some tiny ways -macabre- and in most other ways, wishing on an eternal peace, away from the casualties of this world and its misgivings.
The wait and prayer sometimes feel like they have seen it all, and now need to walk into the kingdom of finality and contentment unfathomable yet pined for.
Make sense?
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