Monday, December 24, 2012

Andal


(After Andal)


The small, breeze-colored day

the design and dance of water

thoughts are jasmine 

and mint


In the pounce of moonlight

what to think 

Yearning summons 

from a distance of days 


The ways of the evening

settle and fly like birds

Krishna, Krishna

Where are you?


I miss... I wish 

to hear your words again 

to feel the kiss of the flute

warmed by your breath


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