In your valley: A poem 

I see it on the floor, the walls, the ceiling 

And in the skies and earth, this heart’s feeling 

It comes to me like tribes from ancient lands 

In amulets of thoughts, like the moon in silent words 

My planet is ageless from time’s whispers whistling through 

A melting moment of sunset, a heartbeat at dawn 

The blood in my veins becoming crust on my skin 

I am dyed and coloured in raptures and hues of pain 

I cast shadows of wisdom, bathe in flakes of intuition 

I roam the world with a snail’s motion, but there is 

jet propulsion in my mind. There’s anguish in the truth 

that it comes to me…and comes…but never becomes 

I am a wind in your groves, carrying your perfume 

And its invisible heart saving it like a cherished memory 

A wind can perish with mirth in the orchard of truth 

In your valley, waiting, for all my mountains to find their feet