Window to my Soul

There is a wistfulness within my soul,

like a longing,

like a yearning,

One, I cannot fathom,

For it sears its flame within me.

Wasn't I a child once,

Eager in my thirst for learning,

Wasn't I beautiful once,

Youthful, fresh as spring,

Wasn't I in love that time,

The day you set my heart racing.

I wished deep in my heart,

To see the might of this world,

Where wonder and awe,

Never resides,

But awakens a longing,

Within this soulfulness of mine.

Wasn't I alive once,

When you made my heart leap,

At the gentleness of your touch,

At the tenderness of your smile,

At the softness of your voice,

That day.

I came alive,

Body and Soul.

Wasn't my steps aligned with yours,

When I walked where footsteps breathe their existence,

I danced to the wind chimes,

I sang to the silence in the rain,

I walked every distance,

Until you came to make my claim.

There is a wistfulness deep within me,

It bears a voice,

Not mine but Yours.

-shobana-

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And then there was solace

And then there was solace,

Here where the sun's light trail,

Between trees,

On the fallen leaves,

Caressing my uplifted face,

Seeking silence,

Of the quieted woods.

I have watched its touch,

heal the wounds,

of tree barks,

of the surviving leaves,

that lay

un-crumbled  upon the ground,

where I sit,

unperturbed by the,

undisturbed.

I sit not wanting to leave,

the serenity,

the beauty,

the ambiguity,

It's

Just me, solace,

And something,

that sounds,

a little,

like peace.

-shobana-

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