Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Lost In Mirrors (Dreams Left A Calling Card) - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Floating in the mist of tea smoke and rain
and I got lost.
I traveled to lands distant
with moors, and castles, and the sea
I went looking in mirrors
smooth glass reflections rippled at my touch
altering, changing themselves
beginning and ending
in waves which call me gently
with desire and amazement.
familiar men beat drums
and I danced,
ignorant of all else
except my soft whispers
in the dreams of another.
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