Will, there ever come a time when I’ll open my eyes to a clear blue sky
The chirping of birds early in the morn
The slow cool breeze of the dawn…
Will there come a time when the first look of my day will be at you?
The careless strands of your hair all over that sleepy face,
A tinge of a gentle dreamy smile before waking up to the day
Will there come a time when I shall wake up with you?
Will there come a time when I’ll do the daily chores with you?
Will there come a time when I’ll knot the tie for you?
Perhaps never, perhaps someday, perhaps some life…
Like the stream that trickles down overcoming that timeless chasm
Through mountain caverns, ‘measureless to man’,
Unsure of every bend, every turn…
Let the emotions flow sans the stricter bonds,
The boulders, the crates add that rhythm to the constant bond…
The fury, the calm, the ebb, the flow,
Will bear testimony to the dance of the morrow.
Someday the trickle will
catch on the pace,
The meandering mazy motion will take a tumultuous turn
As the stream meats the ocean,
The pace will slow down, as the flow of the sacred river intensifies
No flashy lights accompany that,
no thunderbolt, no hullabaloo,
It’s just as subtle as silence, as beautiful as peace…