Did I think I saw
A shadow criss cross my slate
A glimpse was it surfacing
My unwinding fate?
...
A cry from beyond,
Calls to ‘that' within,
An answering cry from within,
Tries to reach out to ‘that' beyond.
...
There is no one in the dark room
No one at home
No one to talk to
And nowhere to go
...
Bubbles From Eternity
Did I think I saw
A shadow criss cross my slate
A glimpse was it surfacing
My unwinding fate?
Did I see a face slip?
Between the fogs of my morning dreams
Did I trace on my tips
the memory of her moving lips
Did I strain my ear to hear?
Her anklets echo my strolling strides
Did I wish the mist to clear?
To catch a sight of her
on frothing tides?
Did the soul of the evening skies
Seep into my pounding cells
And Did I hear temple bells?
When she saw me from the corner
Of her flashing eyes.