Wednesday, 4 January 2012

The long drawn-out sigh *

The long drawn-out sigh
Stretches across the centuries
Each generation stands on the bow-ing bridge of years
And points, with whitening finger, to vistas threaded through with longing
Time silences not one jot of desire unfulfilled

The long drawn-out sigh
Covers like the weightless air of morning
All who are born
Grow and suppress it if you will
But know that your deep pools of aching darkness
Ripple only once or twice a lifetime

[When one word fired forth from heaven's doorway - like a lover's arrow - pierces heart's haven and at last - the long drawn-out sigh - stretched to its uttermost - is gathered into manifold meaning's fold]

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