ATOM MIND

I am just another Poem,
Just another Body of words; thoughts; sentences;
An Unsaid Abyss of Senses tightly shut;
strung up in an indifferent Conundrum ...

I have lived like a Trembling leaf
So inadequately Possessed by You;
Enveloped with a barren esoteric ache
Like the Pallid air of Suspended afternoons...

We are all but Individual Human Atoms
waiting to split the Inky dark Night;
Explode like Sunstars on the Streetwalks of our Minds;
To explore the dazzling Water of Innocence in our Souls...

And So....

I crawl restlessly with In me; with Out me;
A Dust storm spins through the Vortex of my Soul
I Float about in a Thick soup of Nothingness
Like a captive Raindrop on the window Pane;

When ....

Soundlessly,

comes a Hyacinth water Cloud saying

'Hello' softly ; succinctly...

And I hear the Impetuous Drumming of a Distant Summer

All is Still. Unmoving.

All

But

the silken rustle of Irridescent Autumn Trees.