My days are numbered...
the body casts a shadow
penumbra
across the lustrous face
of Time
Soon I will fall,
silent pendulum
prostrate
into Your celestial arms
Swamiji
a Lotus petal
drifting down from heaven
Swollen tears crash against
riverbanks
golden fish swim in limpid, rippling
black iris pools of my eyes
And the wild throbbing of
my soul
cannot contain
this love that
soars unfettered, undying
perpetually
towards...
You
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
My days are numbered...
the body casts a shadow
penumbra
across the lustrous face
of Time
Soon I will fall,
silent pendulum
prostrate
into Your celestial arms
Swamiji
a Lotus petal
drifting down from heaven
Swollen tears crash against
riverbanks
golden fish swim in limpid, rippling
black iris pools of my eyes
And the wild throbbing of
my soul
cannot contain
this love that
soars unfettered, undying
perpetually
towards...
You
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