Sometimes the words go berserk
in this whim to capture
that dew of emotion
quivering in hushed silences
where heartbeats become moments
suspended in time
and you hold your breath
unable to escape or contain
this storm that rages
in quiet intensity
before the moment scatters
in a rustling carpet
of soundless protest
helplessly buffeted by winds of time
that laugh at this naive attempt
to hold.. to contain..

leaving shadowy images
swimming before your eyes
and you almost reach out
to tear these pages
yet read and re-read
feeling vulnerable
at this naked portrayal
of feelings strange even
to an inner Being
words that unbidden
wrote themselves in
involuntary manic expression
breaking some dam
of exultance or despair
soaring.. sinking.. crumbling
dust spun into strings of gold
this spiritsong
wooing heartstrings of eternity..

~Madeira Aftab~

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