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Again, I prepare a table for two
And have absence greet me at the door
I try to conjure you to form
Like God, breathe life into your loin
But silence makes home of a bard soul
And I awake counting on till resurrection day
How does one love a stranger?
Some days you are an ocean
Bringing to me the semiotics of mystery
As creation morning, ‘let there be…’
But today
I bring offerings to your feet
And watch this drought
Make a spectacle of my burning
Where are you?
on nights like today,
caged birds visit their memories
of freedom and merry
you stare at the empty lines
of your work sheet
you are a mother hen
singing the songs of freedom
to the egg shell
you count the lines of your palms
It’s been t h i r t y days
What is a sleeping muse worth?
a bard says a sleeping muse domiciles
in the dream land,
when he wakes he will tell an awesome tale
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