I am a Poem

I float on the ivory clouds

Feeling the sun on my face

I shudder with delight in the cold draught

Of the foggy sleepy morning at the dawn

I glisten on the drops of drizzle over the

Broken compound wall around forgotten space

The night long of rain over the banana leaves

Reminds you of me, your warmth blending in mine

The rustle of leaves beneath hurried stride

Yawning of a cat from the corner of the portico

Moths circling the glowing lamp, and a faint 

Fragrance of incenses from the distant shrine

The nights of summers, dark and clear

I am a low hum that plays on your lips

The aroma of ripe, unripe mangoes kissing

The dreams of Night Jasmine over a silent river

I blow softly over your brows, breathing dreams

To your closed eyes like enchanted, glowing thrips

In the freezing nights of winter, I am the warmth

Floating through the vacant streets, a soulful choir

The mysticism of muezzin, and the whirling dervish

Drunk on the elixir, surrendering body and mind

I am that song of yearning and devotion,

I am a poem. I am love. And I am the life.

The one beating in your heart, your desire