Bhaskar
10-13-2008, 07:03 PM
In my mind I paint your face
with daubs of sandalwood and space
and the colours that I use
have no names.
In my mind I write a verse
without no meter, rhyme or words
and all the letters that I use
have no shape.
My thoughts fall like raindrops
and blossom into flowers
that I string upon a smile
for you.
In my mind I sing of me
a fuller, freer, joyous me
for which the dictionary
has no names.
My thoughts fall like leaves
and dance into the breeze
and the tree that remains
is you.
For I am you and you are me
eternally.
with daubs of sandalwood and space
and the colours that I use
have no names.
In my mind I write a verse
without no meter, rhyme or words
and all the letters that I use
have no shape.
My thoughts fall like raindrops
and blossom into flowers
that I string upon a smile
for you.
In my mind I sing of me
a fuller, freer, joyous me
for which the dictionary
has no names.
My thoughts fall like leaves
and dance into the breeze
and the tree that remains
is you.
For I am you and you are me
eternally.