Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,