Quiet Company
Faisal Shahid September 12, 2006
Tags: age
Frames of life,
Crawling regressively,
Smoothly slowing.
A drop of dew
On the bough,
And a few pebbles;
Setting sun,
Crying seagulls,
Recurring whirls of wind;
The Self
In me
Is aware.
My palpitating
Existence becoming,
Before your gaze, naked.
A vulnerable child;
An obedient
slave;
Rastafarians and raggae.
Oh! How love commands,
And demands,
And then surrenders.
Crawling regressively,
Smoothly slowing.
A drop of dew
On the bough,
And a few pebbles;
Setting sun,
Crying seagulls,
Recurring whirls of wind;
The Self
In me
Is aware.
My palpitating
Existence becoming,
Before your gaze, naked.
A vulnerable child;
An obedient
Rastafarians and raggae.
Oh! How love commands,
And demands,
And then surrenders.
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