I asked a flower, once <br />Do you miss the dew drops <br />that graze your cheeks <br />At the tip of dawn's silence? <br />Yes, I do, she whispers <br />But I know that I shall be grazed again, very soon. <br />It's just a matter of time. <br /> <br />I asked once, from the ripple <br />of the flowing brook <br />Do you miss the fishes <br />that on your toes do tickle? <br />Yes, I do, she whispers <br />But I know that I will be tickled again, very soon. <br />It's just a matter of time. <br /> <br />I asked the passing breeze, a while ago <br />Do you miss the rain drops <br />That hold you in his arms <br />While doing the occasional tango? <br />Yes, I do, she whispers <br />But I know that I shall be held again, very soon <br />It's just a matter of time. <br /> <br />I asked my heart, just now <br />Do you miss the one <br />Who touched you for the first- <br />and the last time, somehow? <br />Yes, I do, it whispered <br />But I know that I will be touched again, very soon. <br />It's just a matter of time.<br /><br />Aminath Neena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-matter-of-time-9/
