A cloud from isle flies above
Competition Year: 2013
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Spread-eagled on trampoline, tired, gazing at the night sky.
Hazily reflecting her face the clouds, distort peace and calm.
My love lay there too, serene, resting, her head on my arm.
Obscured constellations sparkled clear in her eyes
her face shone white like the ambiguous moon, just not shy.
Leaving all the fields and forts behind we had arrived,
to this mystic land, where amid gloom, radiance thrived.
She turned, whispered magic in my ear,
“I feel I belong amongst the stars. This world I no more fear”,
And put her arm around me before the heaven could roar,
or clouds could have drench the maroon silk kimono she wore.
The sky melted and nature bathed under the mighty downpour
droplets thudded and somersaulted around us drenched in love, drenching us more.
Our bed transformed to a shallow pool as the night faded and sky whirled
from rapturous torrent to faint drizzle, we breathed warm but dead to the world.