the wheel had turned
and the time had come
for them to meet
for they had spoken
of meeting and being
in the web of one another
they met one day,
the day of the moon
she felt his eye on her
she had forgotten his face
and she cared not
as for his heart,
some distant peace emerged
habits die hard
she resisted and he had doubt
ignoring the un ignorable they passed on
she cried often for the pain her heart felt
she was separate from it now
always keeping distance from the one that cried
for she thought , that she was alright
finding cures for the ailing one
she did all ,all that could be done
the search mean while continued
she slowly found freedom
in words and in hue
slowly one form ,she was fascinated by
image of a woman crying her tears in joy
this image then grew on her
for she had to go back to call him near
back to times when they lived in love
when separation was not an image even in thought.
The image had a power , charm of its own
made its home under her skin ,penetrated her bones
crying tears of joy was not what she wished
for it still was impossible, an image her mind furnished
the thrill however ,had made its way
turned her into a new one,born everyday
and the dizzy feeling, subtly made her sway
she still didnt speak of this image to anyone
it was her own little secret,preciously done!
what she didn know that The Great plan it was
when she felt that,him closer she called!
Their creator he was,and she filled the form
expressed joy of hers,seeded in by him!
