Waiting Poem by Mathews Ninan

My love
let thy spirit be one with mine,
let thy memories roost in mine heart,
let our souls fly free endlessly
whither the winds take,
‘nd let our dreams take root’nd bloom
birthing yet newer ones
in the sands of time.

I wait for thee
in the corridors
where thy breath blows –
my spirit for this’ve
travelled aeons afar
life after life
seeking, awaiting
the moment my breath mix with thine,
then no more twain shall we be
but one, ‘ere the sands
empty in the hourglass of time.