When I was your dream
In piercing sun rays that had
Eaten up shadows
Folding back on the surface of earth
That looked like a silver plate
Reflecting so to the depth of skies
Infinity had given color blue
The lazy clouds in bright white
Nests of birds on some trees
The first ray of spring had touched
Hidden heart of the bud of flower
The thin legs like they break
Antelope's dismay naught eyes wide
The cave was a visit to mystery
Spooky dark by the smoke
Some saint might of longing
Sick of the world in isolation
Fancy was the rite of love
When the dead lived up the hill
To recreate life resurrect
I drink from your lips the elixir
I grow like roots in the woods
16/1/2010
Islamabad
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roots-in-the-woods/
