From the top of the mountain hill <br />Where the Sun keeps its warm head <br />Every morning, <br />Runs down the Sun of a new morn <br />And the sun of my hope <br />Rises too. <br /> <br />I wake up with a blind eye <br />To behold the stream <br />Of your incandescent locks, <br />And chase the dream <br />Of stealing fire <br />From your gut. <br /> <br />My shadow bluffs me <br />As I near you <br />And melts into the pool <br />It weaves under my feet. <br /> <br />Again I rise <br />From my shadow <br />And climb up the hot terrain <br />To touch your face <br />And hold your locks <br />Until you extend <br />Your bright arms <br />To embrace me<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-of-hope/
