Feather’s Touch
In the clear sky, there flew a dove,
Opposing the gusts of wind that blew;
Per chance her feather fell in the light,
I stood bewitched, and in my hand a kite.
The feather flew and danced in the air,
Like the dancing flower for the rythm of bees,
Or the gliding fish for slight vibration,
Like tumbling but balanced God’s creation!
For the moment the nature seemed -
To have shattered the transcends of my dreamk
For the wind took the feather by hand;
And had approached me, like beauty with a garland.
The feather touched the skins of my cheek,
I heard, it whispered in the depths of my ears,
the message of love and beauty, and I stood
Frozed, and my heart calm and clear.
I felt, it had recalled my past,
…in my childhood…in my mother’s lap,
When my mom pinched my tender cheeks,
Which touched my heart with warm greets.
Or like that beauty who passed before,
That moment when her hair grazed,
Or like those drops which splashed my face,
With all its beauty secretly phrased.
Had I dreamt? No I was awake.
But I had dreamt, which was revealed,
Bu the absence of my kite without a shove
Which shattered my dreams and flew past the dove!
10 DEC 1999