Beauty walks alone  .  .  .
Her eyes drift on forest path,
Shy wind through the trees.

The morning world in mist dissolves and under,
Towed to heaven, we, a plod below the death
Of clouds, sing mute, where they trumpet-glide
Flashing into peace.  Three-toed slabs, parched
Of orange, web the stars over the wine
Dark seas and chalk the churn and twining earth
Into gloaming.  In rapt stillness they,
Are import and income, parables,
Echoes of the innocent song sung to a spire,
Gilded hutches, to those who heap on brightness
Swans are brighter even more with blackest
Eyes, they pierce the silent shroud all starry.
I wish that we were like two swans my love,
Neck of nape, embracing without touch.

Winter morning lake,
Sun rises, wild swans falling,
Everything in balance.

In the early dawn
A shout is seen
As the moon is falling,
Tawny birds blithely dart
In the scarlet tangles
Of your heart, always escape
Yet never so parading past
The topped prime colours
Of bleeding eyes uncovered,
All the fields and clearing
Woods have cordoned
Themselves, beyond
Your glorious boundaries,
In the knotted, noble trials
Of briar and serrated leaf,
Green trails ply angled thorns
Leading to one ****** crown.

After days of rain,
Garden birds flicker— sparkle,
Lighted by the sun.

In a forest clearing deep in wood,

I spied the grace of doe and fawn

And stopped my track as I should,

To set my gate about face in song.

Your touch rocks my world,
I only want to be in your arms, curled.

Your smile simply melts my heart,
I cannot live with us apart.
The ****** in your eyes lights my soul,
You, yes you make me a whole.
You are my dazzling other half,
Your love is beautiful, like a cashmere scarf.
When you are there by my side,
There is no fight from which I must hide.
I can listen you day and night,
I hope you never go out of my sight.
You’re loved all the time,
To love you will always be my motive prime.
Your laugh makes me more than happy,
With you in life, it is a dance, so peppy.
Your arms are my favourite place,
Without you I have no trace
In my life, you’re the sun and moon,
Even the idea of being with you makes me swoon.

Your touch rocks my world,
I only want to be in your arms, curled.


-Jahanvi Goyal
07/07/2014

She showed me her song,
Fresh voice like water to flower,
  .  .  .  My shut heart opened.