Wednesday, 22 May 2013


The night of no sleep
Was like a tiger’s tail
Stirring with intent
Trembling with design
Beating the ground
With consummate recognitions.

Words, songs and laughter
Winked like ghost lights
From the glades
Of the magic mountain
Of love
Where the tiger
Lay dreaming.

Sometimes its eyes
Flashed from your eyes.
Its pouncing beauty
Surged through your hands
Sometimes I thought
I heard it breathing
Next to my heart
Scaring me
As if it was

No comments:

Post a Comment