Perhaps I Will.

[V.Jayalakshmi]

I am listening my sweet,

To the wind passing by the yard.

I am looking forward to,

A sunny day with the smell of ripe hay.




I have work to do and no time ,

To worship you, for I come late to bed.

I see your face repose with those strands of dark hair,

Framing your profile,the forehead white.




I sigh and go out as I have work to do.

I have to stand still to admire this beauty,

All around me and in you with a abandon,

That will vitrify my soul with unsatisfied ego?


For I own and I perhaps will,

Follow the wind ahead in reaching you,

To clasp and hold as my own,

Before I let you go at will,Perhaps I will.

[blazeofglory]

I am listening my sweet,

To the wind passing by the yard.

I am looking forward to,

A sunny day with the smell of ripe hay.




I have work to do and no time ,

To worship you, for I come late to bed.

I see your face repose with those strands of dark hair,

Framing your profile,the forehead white.




I sigh and go out as I have work to do.

I have to stand still to admire this beauty,

All around me and in you with a abandon,

That will vitrify my soul with unsatisfied ego?


For I own and I perhaps will,

Follow the wind ahead in reaching you,

To clasp and hold as my own,

Before I let you go at will,Perhaps I will.

Fabulously haunting. I am stirred by your poem

[qimissung]

I agree...haunting and mysterious. You got a lot in...love..elusive love..the desire to possess warring with the understanding that we never can...