From a traveler, to a traveler.
[Somewhere on that long wrong road,
Away from home,
I’ve gone astray,
Have lost my way.
In my dream it rained…
Rain that carried the snow away,
Piece-meal into crannies –
The white white snow,
Losing its religion,
Merging into water.
The fair cocksure landscape,
Coloring into rivers of confusion.]
Some stretches on that road,
[That long wrong road,
Winding away from home]
Will be gray, others green;
And some will reflect,
The bright summer sun;
Mischievious mirages –
Full of furniture of home.
If you ever reach them, touch them,
Between your fingers feel them;
Call my name –
The smoky shadows in this strange land
Might then,
Be imbued with palpable substance.
I might then begin to trust,
The warm breath of a silhouette,
Forever following my feet.
Feb 13th, 2010.
[Somewhere on that long wrong road,
Away from home,
I’ve gone astray,
Have lost my way.
In my dream it rained…
Rain that carried the snow away,
Piece-meal into crannies –
The white white snow,
Losing its religion,
Merging into water.
The fair cocksure landscape,
Coloring into rivers of confusion.]
Some stretches on that road,
[That long wrong road,
Winding away from home]
Will be gray, others green;
And some will reflect,
The bright summer sun;
Mischievious mirages –
Full of furniture of home.
If you ever reach them, touch them,
Between your fingers feel them;
Call my name –
The smoky shadows in this strange land
Might then,
Be imbued with palpable substance.
I might then begin to trust,
The warm breath of a silhouette,
Forever following my feet.
Feb 13th, 2010.
'From a traveler, to a traveler'
ReplyDeletevery good.
"I might then begin to trust,
The warm breath of a silhouette,"
Loved the use of trust here. Almost as if willing but not quite till the magic happens.
Liked it a lot Madeeha.