It seems like Frozen Dream

Tell me,

 

Does our Friendship need their supervision?

When all we share feels like an urge of Water to the Wind…

 

Being separated by an icy crust between them…

So cold, though beautiful, it holds and seems like never end...

 

Hence, water streams on heavy rocks and stones

Unheard, unnoticed… under crystal icy shield of might

Till some Spring Day

Will dawn again and free its stifled moans

To sound as loud and sweet

In unison with Birds high-flying in the Sky!

 

Yet, fate of Wind is likely to be pilgrim’s

It’s wildly rushing, flying over many lands

It grants the feeling of the flight for fervent dreamers

Who raise and spread their hands to it as wings!

 

No matter  when it gets a little colder …

They yearn for it, for long, to feel the vibes of life!

Though, when it brings a mess – they shun or curse it

And wind lives on, evading things of rife...

 

And so it rides the Earth as if has no affliction...

And slows down at a Place of Paradise

To take its time in peace, renew its destination

To rush again  for faraway it sees Sunrise...

 

How long will take their hour of meeting,

To come again and strike them into tender share of memories in a spree?

When streaming charms of Water with a bold and breezy Wind

Rejoice the World with perfect peaceful Harmonies of Feeling Free!


14/10/2011