Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Happiness in curved mirrors

Happiness poked its knees into my stomach 
And held me tight lest my nights run amok
Somewhere among unweary sweeps, rife
We held hands and watched stars come to life
There were days before you, spent on desert sands
Fire and fear; lament that no one understands 
This rush of blood in my veins for you; 
churning karmic wheels of cause askew
Who brought you here straight from tinder realms
On a magic carpet of our shattered dreams?
Life is a count of breaths, can we trust its errors;
And come to be unmade into its curved mirrors?
That moon received her blessings in shades of blue
Your upsidedown image is but I, my magnificent self; you.

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