Friday, March 5, 2010

Flight

Like the sand that trickles away,
From between my fingers
Time has flown by
In cycles of repetition,
I have stood numb,
Gazing at the horizon
My white robes billowing in the air.

In a rush of wind you passed me by
Splashing colours of rainbow in your wake
For a moment caught off guard,
I lost my footing

Now you are far away
And I am so confused,
At the colours,
That keep weaving patterns over my dress
I wait for you to let them in,
Spread into my soul.