Wonderful words shared by a talented writer.
Without end or beginning,
in white hours I wait for you.
Near night I hunger for darkness.
Shadows of lilting swans
we plunge from cliffs of vertigo
into the gold dust of desire.
You are the hoarfrost of winter,
brilliant bursts of Autumn’s fire,
solitary eagle above the mountains.
Beneath your wings streams
of infinity carry you to my shore.
Should you fly on to distant provinces
I will follow,
become an indigenous bird to that land.
Birds of South Asia