The high peaks converging <br />On the tips above the earth line <br />The narrow valley has the vastness <br />Which can only be felt on touch <br /> <br />The velvety green has the softness <br />Of the green grass trimmed and moved <br />Down below the streams flow <br />Of water like juices of life <br /> <br />From the corner of the eyes if seen <br />In the evening when the sun sets <br />Behind the clouds with streaks of rays <br />A silver line in the misty steam from water <br /> <br />A cedar tree standing tall with stems <br />That bow in reverence like the hand <br />Approaching the depth of the cleavage <br />To feel the wet softness of the stones <br /> <br />Cold yet burning hot for the persona <br />Of the valley was like the sighs <br />And the dreamy eyes with sensuous lips <br />Spreads the legs for the feel to go deeper <br /> <br />Life is breathing in the valley <br />Gather not the openness of your beauty <br />The cold that goes through the spine shivers <br />As the hands slip onto the curves <br /> <br />Glaciers of love melt here <br />From the heat of the sun <br />Who says you are not with me <br />When I can feel you in nature <br />12/9/2008<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-streams-3/
