persian khushi (23: 01: 87 / kashmir)

Where the Wind Blows
A little seed or a little pod
There it shall germinate and grow
So does the seed of love glows
Unexpected,
Sometimes unwanted
Alone in a crowded room
Cheers and clinking of glasses
Laughter and conversation
She could feel the energy
From way across the room
Their eyes locked in mutual concent
They know the depth of each other
Two people drawn together
A dizzying experience
When she felt his hand on her elbow
Steadying her balance
In zombie like movement
They glide to the exit
To be met with a shower of energetic
Summer rain

Without a word
She unclasped her coat
And slipped off her shoes
Eyes closed
Taking a deep breath
Faced up turned
Her naked arms stretched out
As she absorbs
The energy from each little rain drop
Slow and gentle swaying of her hips
She twirls
Time stood still
Swept away to the origin
Forgetting where she was
The energy absorbed within
Her aura glowing with purity
Of her soul