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I want that silence-
That which seeps through,
Covers you warm,
And calms like death.
I want that slow raaga,
Which melts into the world, smelt;
That triggers and thaws,
Ignites and blazes silent.
I want a sylph,
With intricate wings and polished nails,
With curly hair and a clamorous will;
One to hold my breath and dreams, still.
I want a wish.
But I have a dream.
It shall float like a wind-spread-seed,
Taking me to places that I have never been-
A tableau of marooning abeyance.
That which seeps through,
Covers you warm,
And calms like death.
I want that slow raaga,
Which melts into the world, smelt;
That triggers and thaws,
Ignites and blazes silent.
I want a sylph,
With intricate wings and polished nails,
With curly hair and a clamorous will;
One to hold my breath and dreams, still.
I want a wish.
But I have a dream.
It shall float like a wind-spread-seed,
Taking me to places that I have never been-
A tableau of marooning abeyance.
I want that silence-
That which seeps through,
Covers you warm,
And calms like death.
I want that silence-
That shuts away holy towers
And pushes me gentle,
Into the streams of a fine dream.
The Light Shines The Brightest