Andalusian Dream {poem}

Andalusian Dream

 

Closing my eyes to find

the cobalt sky reaching down to touch

the sea, not knowing whither it ends

or begins

 

Searching along the shore near Malaga

I hear her shoes tapping

like we were back in Seville and

buying dresses off the streets

 

Slipping feet in and out of moving sand

Keep raining on, pouring on

Forcing us inside, forcing us to see

ourselves from the outside in

from windows above the dunes

 

Wait for me, I’ll be there soon

Walking, still walking

I’m coming, running now

I’ll be there

Wait for me,

I’ll find it again

My pink carnation

From that Andalusian summer.

 

 

©Prasanta Verma, January 2016

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