Page 6 - Poems Vol 1

I saw enough.

For out of those distorted features
I made his name.

Past me, into the distance went he,
Beyond my call, and further,

Till he vanished, akin to pestilence.

And then and only then,

Did the Sun retreat, drawing
After him a mantle of cloud.

And the rain, sweet rain
Descended, falling, cleansing,
Washing from me the sweat of the toil.

And I, oh I was joined,
United with my brother

And the rain washed our souls.

And turned the leaves of generations,

Mixing, coalescing rivulets
Engulfed the gulleys,

Carried forth the twigs and
Branches, fallen,

But to rise again.

And when I wandered on,

Wishful, spellbound
Upon the beaten track,

I saw you there,
I saw you,
Naked in the sparkling rain,

Dormant in the glorious hue

Of rainbow,
Which filled the sky.

Between your quivering breasts