Saturday 23 August 2008

Spellbound *


Street-abustle morn...
In my lodging room above,
Your smile fills my soul.

On my windowsill,
Flapping, a dove perches still...
Oh too close I freeze...

Feathers glistening
Metallic, yet soft-crooning...
Our eyes meet spellbound.

*****

1 comment:

rknair said...

Hmmm... good!