Friday, April 22, 2005

Union. . .

Like dust
Rising in whorls
To an iridescent sky
My words reach your lips
Seeking refuge in
A beloved’s smile.
You drink from them,
Your thirst satisfied.
I look above –
Nimbus clouds in
A summer sky.

© Dan Husain
April 21, 2005
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