A Dawn Misplaced
His journey won’t begin without you;
The saddle won’t sit the same,
A wingless flight, an ascent in vain,
You both grew at a distance,
But the winds of God, bent your branches the same,
The ocean of your eyes, he hasn’t yet swam.
Only a seashell to hear the sounds of your sea,
Only autumn leaves, to see your summer in,
‘I believe your promises’, engraved within,
Latent desires, alive with a spring,
Now he feels, at arms’ length to your shore,
Praying your waves, don’t evade him more,
In the night, he spoke,
To his Lord, with hope;
‘Of this kindling let my heart not be bereft,
Of what use is a candle that unlit is left?’
Thought for food 