Another Day

Another Day short poem

The ocean breeze blew through my hair
On it, a hint of magnolias
Or was that the incense you were burning
At the altar of your daily prayer
Filled my lungs with the dusks’ freshness
The dance of the chimes carrying on the wind
The stage couldn’t have been better set
Had fate decided to set it
Your presence arrived before you
The tingles on my arm at play
The caress of your voice on my ear
As you murmured about your day
Night eclipsed on our rendezvous
The bottle of wine ran by dry
Our conversations never stilted
For a moment to go by
Our bodies stood inches apart
A slice of air between them
A question hung over us
Who would be the first to stray
The clock struck the end of day
In our spots we stood
It would be another day
And we both knew it

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Andria D'Souza

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I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
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As fragrant as the night air..your words catch the elusive passion of the two lovers @Andria_DSouza and leave the reader awaiting that Another day..Excellent play of words!

Sushantika
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It plays out such a lovely tune in one’s mind! 🙂

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