Unending Poem by Satish Verma

Unending



In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.

In half-moon eclipse
the morning glory will wake me up
in dew, alighting whole night

on the rose branch. I still smell
your lips. The head aches in
singing dark.

Welcome again, my ghosts of new year.

Satish Verma

Thursday, December 31, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts,lips,moon,pink
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