Whisper…
by: Haresh Daswani

Tranquil sands lay infinite,
With only the lights of heaven
Illuminating the dark,
Winds send chilling sensations
To parts bare from wool,
As the feet feels cooler still
From sands of stories past…
chants of the priests passes by
a faint lullaby to the lonely…
Upon which the road traveled back,
By travelers of barter,
Memories of home
narrated as it is being longed…
Distant memories of a site pacific
Lay but an anklet of a longed lover,
As it was looked upon
Barely glimmering,
Touched by hands warm
And shivering,
hold tight upon my arms
for the night is cold…
The distance is long
My dear,
Yet you are with me
Always…
The secret always kept by the sands,
Silent and sealed is its promise
In silence lies mystery
sweet mystery lies intention
dear intention has desire
and desire leads pleasure…
Stories seem the lovers clandestine,
The game is of seduction
pleasure derived from desire
as desire is followed
yet far away
the longing and age
gives far more pleasure still…
The wisdom of lovers kept
By lovers dearest,
Upon which while distancing away,
From the anklet past,
Their stories fade away
Along with the wind,
The music of traders play
along the bonfire
their source of warmth
and dancers with anklets dance
With the young prince audience
and a maiden dancer
Sharing a stare longing
kept with their secret smile…