Thursday, May 3, 2007

Come II

Come here,
Where the casuarina has been shaped by the whispering wind gone by,
Where the evening star always hugs the dark
Where you will know the tales of the old tree bark.

Come here,
Where your footsteps will talk to the one behind
And your soul will meet the one whom you always hide.

4 comments:

Vi said...

"And your soul will meet the one whom you always hide."

Wow.

(I had to look up casuarina--great word!)

Shreyasi Deb said...

Thanks Vi :-)
Loving oneself is the first step I guess...

casuarinas are often used as wind breaks and take weird shapes...

DreamCatcher said...

love it love it love it....

Shreyasi Deb said...

Dc
:-) bow