blame the owl that was too lazy
to create its hooting sounds
or the crickets that masked
their buzzes on a pond's splatter
that night, the moon beams
spreading the stars
on a sky we have never seen
what started as a hum that lived
in the confines of my...illusions
(i sometimes call them dreams)
was heard
by you, by them, the entire world
and cheers spread like wild fire
burning dried leaves and old grass
where my soul slept when
i was just myself
and suddenly you were
dancing my music
your body movements got me
entranced...
swaying, spinning, whirling!
unending chants i hear
they tell me to stop! they tell me
this dream is not mine!
and my shadow watched as i
got lost, in every step towards
heaven or was it hell?
i took every turn, every leap
until there was
none left for me to make, and
i strained
to hear the beat, my guide
in this craze
it's no longer there
leaving me
trapped in this maze
I close my eyes
ReplyDeleteI see the wild fire burning with cheers,
I danced in trance ,your trance.
Your words are so intimate,
I can even hear your breath in your poem.