Poem:21-4-2014

A TRANSITION

My troubled thoughts

Own the rise and fall of my breath

Makes images of untold words

Forms into poems on will-o-wisps

Which fly on wings of butterflies

To you who are so far away

And yet so near----

Your whispers entangle, beckon

Urge me towards the window

Looking down the Cliffside----

Sheets of paper rain

Petals of orange blossom

So easy to walk on clouds

Softly float with the poem

Down to rest-in-peace

A transition----

From this-to-that

Lalarukh Lasharie

The Lines