Windswept Pavilions

~ i will live inside myself ~

Art by Farida Haque “Windswept Pavilions” acrylic and sepia ink on gold leafed panel.

At this hour

At this very moment

I will live inside myself,

In a wind swept pavilion

That is my heart, moulded

By a chrome yellow

Sun in a sky drunk on

Liquid lapis

At the roof of the world.

Far below, clouds

Scatter themselves like

Swirling princesses in

White organza.

Underneath, a hawk

Chases sparrows in a blurred

Black zig zag, and a boy

Flies a kite on which

Sits his mother’s dreamwater.

It melts frozen green awnings

Drips onto hydrangeas

The color of pink bismuth,

washes rose-brushed dreams

Into knotted roots,

Muscles that know

Little rest.

But then, who rests?

Not the boy flying

His red kite, nor a hawk