Tuesday, October 9, 2012

THE SONG

 
It has always been
colouring the seasons
like a lingering gust,
a waft
permeating
this raft.
It unveils
the air’s heart,
with its elusive
half-smiles,
and strewing wishes
sweeping by.
It has always been
dragging you in
looking
casual at first,
coming from afar,
then closer,
like a staring star.
And you always
searching
in its reaches
for its heart.
So familiarly never
fully grasped.
 

1 comment:

Dave King said...

It unveils
the air’s heart,
with its elusive
half-smiles,

I felt the poem was elusive and half smiling throughout.