When the full moon
cascade it’s Icelandic grace.
A palate of sublime humming
fondle my core of being in voiceless notes.
In numinous silence the ripples of hymn echoes
as my silken desire etch in remnants.
In seclusion my perennial longing surrender
to embrace the bouquet of rhymes.
I inhale its harmonious breeze
fragrant with unsung verses.
Though as an uninvited guest
the web of chaos rampage and force
to swirl in the whirlpool of life
refraining from nurturing its sweetness
thus breaking the strings fusing symphony.
With a sigh it fades in distant solitude.
Despite as a fetus,
I listen to the exquisite lullaby
creation of womb sings solely for me.
I cling to the space with nostalgia
resigning copious human excuses
to access the serene river deep hidden.
It flows from its pure terrain with elegance.
I lay still with amusement and smiled
when the passion of droplets splashing all over
whilst browsing virgin imagery in its waves.
With an inborn quest I devour for an indulgence
to chase for precise words to embellish my emotions.
In the musing I compose you to gift a mystic guise.
The iridescent smile of my soul rejoices for consummation
to complete the unwritten poetry in oblivion.
But loquacious silence conveyed the irony with a smirk.
And I with a dalliance of my dreams of ” Unwritten Poetry ” is yet to be born…
© Maya Dev 2014 Dec