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In that world, where we were first introduced

I laid my eyes on a poem

The beginnings of a blue, tender.

We prepared to play you in me, and I learnt

Poetry is more than stroking this tapestry-

Life?

In this world, where beauty is in dawns never meeting

Twilights

And the pond the sky,

We must sing you in us, in them.

Aren’t you a song now?

Drifting above mortals,

Travelling towards another world

Where blacks and whites disappear in harlequin chess boards,

Where birds of first flight flittering their wings

Give the highest delight?

 

(Dedicated to the artist- caught between the child and the saint- who is forever seeking home and freedom. Do not falter: they will come to you in time. You must never leave the road! You are in my prayers)