Soon, she will
look at me and smile. The birds
sitting on the branches,
an alert column of soldiers,
will whir through the air,
hearing sounds of guns,
missiles making booming war cries,

being victors of all seasons,
we'll embrace her too-
with a smile.

The jasmine flowers on her dark hair,
will make one feel dazed,
and dive head on-
in to the depth of
blue timeless sleep.