A gathering storm,
called out to me,
in the voice of clouds:
" Come out of gloom,
and meet me, at once"
He too was in love,
buoyant and ready
for this adventure of passion,
breaking, if necessary
everything that stands
between him and his love.
There was a storm,
brewing in my heart too,
he knew,
fanning and spreading
the fire of love
faster than I can cope.
I ran out and flew
on the wings of the storm.
On the way to the mountains
we reached the rainbow's home,
where my love was waiting
in the wings,
for months of Sundays;
she was at the end of her tether.
We didn't have much time left
the looming shadow of death
we saw south, at a distance.
It didn't daunt us,
we dissolved in a flock of white doves-
jubilant white clouds that sailed towards east.
Above blue mountains
what a wonder, our love whispers were louder than thunder!
Then, softly we fell as sad snow flakes,
on touching earth, we were drops of sparkling dew.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
A gathering storm,
called out to me,
in the voice of clouds:
" Come out of gloom,
and meet me, at once"
He too was in love,
buoyant and ready
for this adventure of passion,
breaking, if necessary
everything that stands
between him and his love.
There was a storm,
brewing in my heart too,
he knew,
fanning and spreading
the fire of love
faster than I can cope.
I ran out and flew
on the wings of the storm.
On the way to the mountains
we reached the rainbow's home,
where my love was waiting
in the wings,
for months of Sundays;
she was at the end of her tether.
We didn't have much time left
the looming shadow of death
we saw south, at a distance.
It didn't daunt us,
we dissolved in a flock of white doves-
jubilant white clouds that sailed towards east.
Above blue mountains
what a wonder, our love whispers were louder than thunder!
Then, softly we fell as sad snow flakes,
on touching earth, we were drops of sparkling dew.
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