Clothe my soul

Clothe my soul with love
Unhurried and deliberate
Like patience inebriate.

With your eyes
Watch what I do not say
At times stuck in an erratic
Symphony of mistakes,
I love my silence that moves
Me like the falling rain
On the petal of your endearments,

Consume me like a rare cuisine
Course by course and never question
The ingredients out of which I was prepared
How could I define a multiple-faced sanity?
Or my madness that in mischief sways
Like a flower-testing honey bee?

If life comes for free
Why does my heart sometimes weep?
When I am blissfully happy
Redeem the price with tears
I juggle the paradox of such fears
That depletes the value of simplicity.

Cloud my eyes with apparitions
House me in your cherished moments
Lest I be over when you awaken

Discovered in between the lines
Of a poem,
I was but a tune
Your lute had stolen.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: