(for K. Briggs, Portsmouth)
"All that ever was joyous
and clear and fresh,
[your] music doth surpass "
-Percy Shelley.
I do not know the reason why
The world turns with me when you walk
by,
With a thousand words scarred across
your face,
Breaking down my defense with a casual
gaze.
Morning or evening when you walk by,
My heart skips a beat, lost in
the 'you-and- I;'
With your light step a vivid link to
a higher grace--
At a different time, at a different place!
Your eyes turn away as you pass, as if we
were kidding one another,
As if no two were meant to be together!
You go your way, leaving me lost and
amazed:
So much said in so little expressed!
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d.January, 2000)
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
(for K. Briggs, Portsmouth)
"All that ever was joyous
and clear and fresh,
[your] music doth surpass "
-Percy Shelley.
I do not know the reason why
The world turns with me when you walk
by,
With a thousand words scarred across
your face,
Breaking down my defense with a casual
gaze.
Morning or evening when you walk by,
My heart skips a beat, lost in
the 'you-and- I;'
With your light step a vivid link to
a higher grace--
At a different time, at a different place!
Your eyes turn away as you pass, as if we
were kidding one another,
As if no two were meant to be together!
You go your way, leaving me lost and
amazed:
So much said in so little expressed!
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d.January, 2000)
