I had in the heaviness of the morning <br />Only when sun rays were reflecting <br />On the open door some light breeze <br />To raise above the earth in lightness <br />As if held in one hand up with my shoes <br />I had the whistle singing in my ears <br />Is it that we only talk and not sing <br /> <br />The drops from the cup were on the silk <br />Fringes of the carpet we fly on together <br />Like Champaign overflowing with emotion <br />Not dearer than the moments we share <br />Standing I lean I am not bringing moon <br />When my eyes sniff the cup of mocha <br />That my ears are attuned to the music <br /> <br />I breathe you deep before I take a sip <br />And then with closed eyes in anticipation <br />Face life in time compressed to return again <br />16/7/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-life-2/
