I open the screen of the darkness <br />Like a canvas it unrolls down the easel <br />From the corner in the groove on the silence <br />Rivers had not heard nor seas proclaimed <br />Deep the well in oasis from bright <br />Sun had been as slow in yelling <br />For the moon in the folds of the night <br />I meet you on the milky way carrying dew <br />On the green leaf with dandelions <br />The brush stokes deep in indigo <br /> <br />Heavy drops of rain is the glaze <br />Not to subdue but enhance the effect <br />On the top of the leaves the wind blows <br />In the distant darkness as I count <br />Moments of my fall to eternity one day <br />I accepted the creed of the moral <br />Belief in what ever is said in holiness <br />For faith I have the vision of tomorrow <br />The nothing makes me live more intense <br />Of prayers said and on my face poured <br /> <br />Why so lament the distance from thy love <br />Endowed with powers of right and now <br />Your heart shall in niche burst in tears <br />Longer separation shall when seize all <br />Closer to my eyes let me breathe my breath <br />As warmed by the heat of your cheek <br />Was it my choosing to be human not a bird <br />The bird of humdered colors of heaven <br />I had guessed the soul has the answer <br />I saw the soul is in wanders itself <br />11/9/2009 <br /> <br />From: The Groove<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-wanders-itself/
