you pursue me
through persuasions
of life
of love
where love is a writ
a plea an ask
a summon
where a summon
is enough
you pursue me
through rescissions
and regrets
where i rescind all
and you breathe all
back into me.
you pursue me
through evasions
you pursue
till i evade no more
we meet
amid
sullied rivers
tainted woods
bald mountains
dead valleys
desert
we meet
we levee the rivers
and shore up dreams
we blink at the night
which blinks back
and so there’s light
we colour the valleys
we colour the mountains
we colour the woods
we colour it all
we irrigate the dry desert
finally we walk
and our feet follow us
without persuasions
without evasions
the sun unbolts the way
at last, it is day
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I like.
this hide and seek
with the shadows
and darkness,
across all terrain
until the power is weary
and gives in,
beaming and
flashing that relenting smile
cutting across
the brooding clouds
and all that is dark
:)
hi poetess:
not the power
vacuums give in
despair gives in
cynicism gives in
hope returns
meanings return
light returns
the power returns
life returns
ps: all this is fantasy of course. nothing of that sort happens usually
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