Yearning for some order I notice patterns in the pavement
Racing lines, creating ties, crossing T's and dotting I's
Grainy memories collide with one another as I wonder
Pondering the source of my observant sense leaving life in sunder
Beautifully benign to me, remembering the sea of colour.
Yellow, red, green, purple, blue.
Colorful of wonderful sarees
the cornfields are bright and yellow
ripe with laughter
the little Indian dancers
done up in feathers
create a new world
all in my eyes.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Yearning for some order I notice patterns in the pavement
Racing lines, creating ties, crossing T's and dotting I's
Grainy memories collide with one another as I wonder
Pondering the source of my observant sense leaving life in sunder
Beautifully benign to me, remembering the sea of colour.
Yellow, red, green, purple, blue.
Colorful of wonderful sarees
the cornfields are bright and yellow
ripe with laughter
the little Indian dancers
done up in feathers
create a new world
all in my eyes.
