Camelot

Camelot

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Returning

Through the open window
A soft warm breeze
Gently
Lifted my hair
The haunting melody
Of the Adhan
Drifting to my ears

I lay
On a divan
Supine
In repose
One arm flung
Overhead
Fingers fidgeting
With the fringe
Of a pillow

As I held back tears

I peeked
At the man
Who held my heart
Feet standing firmly
Shoulder width apart
Looking out
At the land
He loves
Contemplating
Returning
In a few long years


--
*Allene Angelica*
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