Flashback Of Golden Moments Poem by welkin siskin

The sack times begin.


A voice of yours


sweet and mesmerizing,
flashes back on to me


and drifts from the body-top



... to the

bottom of the feet

as if
nothing matters to me, but you!

My heart skims over

The world of your memories


Like a blackish plumage and a white rump bird
Of the open ocean, bounding and darting


Over the color spectrum of oceanic
waves.
They bide here.


When the mind wakes up its wise

intellect,
They persist and purl all the way:

From the cerebrum

to the heart of adoration.


They drizzle touching these leafy

flowers of my life;

they come like the Tsunami waves throughout

my mind;
Constant and restless they are.