Music, The Dance Of Waves

On the shore of soul she rises as a tide,
The dried sand that is hot and burning,
Lo it’s wet and now it’s turning,
In the dreamy eyes of a smiling bride,

She is now a rainbow of seven melodies,
Her colors have conquered the hard stones,
Her waves have melted the static bones,
My heart has gone in a coma of goodies,

I am now dancing but not all alone,
The entire universe is dancing with me,
Someone hidden in me is glancing with me,
The dance of waves its note and tone,

I came in my senses and I saw the shell,
I took the pearl and made a necklace,
A garland for one, who can embrace,
A hateful world that is burning in hell,

The gift of the maid of music is love,
It has pearls of friendship nicely stringed,
It has waves in its soul, dancing and winged,
Lo it’s flying with my heart, my lovely dove!

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A most beautiful poem for first read of the morning Akhtar. That will set me up for a most peaceful day.

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