By Amrita Valan
If I had been a flower And you had picked the hue I wonder, if you'd let me be The brightest shade of blue? If I had been your hummingbird And you my song did choose I wonder, would you have picked a song That crooned my deepest blues? If I could perch upon your shoulders broad I wonder, would you let me fly Across miles of blue desolate roads Escape into the blue veined sky? In your heart I found a resting place A quiet peaceful abiding space A serene spot, sacred love and grace In you, my heart in secret stays. In the windows of love's lilac room My spirit threaded upon ancient loom Sit I sad spinner weaving dreams My occult love won't escape the seams. And none but you and I shall know How your soft love made me grow Memory's beast of burden, rides too slow down, down, below the safety line, Into deep oblivious blue I go. I cannot calculate degree Or quantify my love for thee Me thinks such calculations Only calculates my grave for me. I'm a song unsung, a smile undone Living my life in ciphered lines Without plot or tapestry's set design, Mismatched threads unravel to align. Every day, I miss you just a bit Till missing you is but dead habit Every day, the sun rises above the trees As sure as you winged away from me. And every day, birds do sing their song And I too, my love, shall sing along Love kept inside has done you no wrong But kept at bay, it grows ever strong.
Bread on Water
Rivers of blue Tendrils of red Wine on water Floating nuggets of bread Duck on the water Hawk in the sky Sunshiny morning Cloudy goodbyes Rivers of tenderness Rosebuds of pain A hollow in my heart aches Till we meet again.