White Angel Poem by Asma Khan

I met the traveler of time across
the delusions of my eyes
wide open and awake in the dusky smoke of dreams
his eyes were weary and tired
as if death was his only desire
too many lines on his face
read his story in the life's race
his voice was as broken as a sword
ringing the changes he had been through
His gait resembled a horse who has lost all hopes
as if he his spirit was in prison for so many years
with no bail
he touched me slightly as if I was nudged
his hands were trembling leaves of autumn
for he has all time spent in the wait of spring
my blood sank to the bottom of my heart
with a step he took towards me discreetly
His smile was as deep as dark blue skies,
his presence created ripples in my breathe
waved memories of the life lived was flowing
in front of my eyes
as if I gazed into these waves,
an exchange of life woudl take place
My heart was drwan towards the beauty of
his simpilicty
My breathe became slower in existance of his fragrance
and he waved his hand upon my eyes gently
and I lost the little much of the breathe I had!