Living World

When 

my lugubrious face 

gets her demulcent kiss, 

heart 

pumps out part 

of sadness 

And 

the zephyr throws 

it to oblivion.

Tears 

trickle from eyes, 

lips murmur, 

'Can't you 

be my perennial partner?'

Wiping my tears 

with her veil, 

She smiles

And coos, 

'I am all yours, 

whenever 

you need me 

to the utmost, 

just close your eyes 

And 

taking permission 

from my world, 

I will come 

to your living world;

ruffling your hair, 

I will sit beside you 

And respond 

to your need.'