Friday, November 17, 2017

Longing Light house.

Longing Light house

the longing of heart
like a morning dew
before opening of the day
hearing the steps of dawn
packing sleepless dreams

tear drops disciples
well you have taught
they just peep by aperture
squinting from eyelashes
and you stand as frown teacher

ever I imaging lighthouse
as if awaiting someone host
who has gone on voyage
and assured to come soon
and the sight search in dusky gloom

the light moves round and round
mirage of ship from coastal ground
burst out of whimper sound in sky
like a period alert bursting cry
all the yearning birds open to fly