To Yelena Poem by Munia Khan

Two rivers flow gently between your words
a dreamy river from an unknown paradise;
and the river of joy called mysteria

When you write

ten thousands stars stop twinkling
for they want that canvas of dark azure
only to be sparkled by your starry verse all night long
to cast the spell of smile on the moon..

When you write

those mesmerized trees
nod to trace your soulful poesy
on their fallen leaves
that are only to be taken away
by a sudden zephyr from a mystical land of love

And the earth is elsewhere
achieving gravity from your heart’s secrets-
scribbled on the book of light
soul-bound by an erased darkness
as the galaxy is letting go
of the withered melancholia

When you write….

Written: April 21st,
Munia Khan ©2013