Monday, May 9, 2011

A Sign

Give me a sign,
So I know you’re there.
Looking down on me,
From a place somewhere.

Don’t be too obvious,
For you just might scare,
This clueless crowd,
That rests over here.

If you try and be gentle,
As soft as you can,
All these weathered leaves,
Could turn to sand?

You don’t really need,
To make a mess,
I just need some kind,
Of a placid caress

A tender sprinkle,
From up above,
Or the enthralling fragrance,
Of a meadow upfront

A beam of luminosity,
From an azure sky,
Or the sustaining humming,
Of a creature in the night

And all I ask for is a delicate sign,
So that I could too come to realize,
That in this mellow place, I’m not alone,
And that you’re always nearby.

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