Dew drops glisten like tears
In rhythm, Outside myself
Farther from you and Smaller still,
I walk From you, Without myself
In narrow lanes, not knowing,
i walk I am not sure what i see
On paths of questioning
rocking the sky
underfoot, From myself
[a mangled caricature,
underfoot, of myself]
Outside the temple, Rocking the sky
As decrepit as my heart
you are my shrine
narrowed, rattled and cracked
Telling the world we exist, or should
– opus125
Image: in a love so tender and divineby ilsung <Reflections of India>
