My feet shuffle again through a solitary night sky.
Walking now snail steps in caution.
No more the restless need for motion
To defy gravity or to deny the scare of the red ball called the sun.
I have seen the green, the amber and the red
I have listened to sirens in my head
Now I only listen to my lips that don't move anymore in service.
I lean on you, my mate, my friend,
I inch closer to your unshaven chin, to feel the breath
And hear the silence of your prayer,
The miracle of human kindness.
I know you pray for me.
I wish I could pray for myself...
© Sudeshna Sanyal 2013 ~
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