~ a poem for tomorrows to come ~
In the dusk of an early moon rise
I keep thinking of divine gestures, and
Shards in your eyes, of promised moon shine.
And in the moment, no questions arise.
Golden memories fade down a
Blue, maroon, orange and pink sky
Respectfully making way for
Breathless intimations of
A new year of joyful sighs.
Yet, in there somewhere
A comrade in my heart
Conjures a new recipe of life.
What is to be is the best,
She whispers
A surfeit of beauty lies in
Paying the price
Farida Haque
