Our Unsung Melodies......

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Walking on the grass,
Embellished,
By the winter morning's dew,
I feel the tickles beneath my feet,
Stepping forth past the greens,
November's orange and golden sheen,
I hear the faint notes,
A flute,
Melodiousness enhancing with every stride,
Like rumination lifting my soul,
Upon the divine highs,
And there,
Emerging from the seraphic haze,
Midst the heaven's snowflakes,
I see you,
Like an angel,
Sent by the almighty,
For me,
And a tear flows down my right eye,
Like thanking you for being there,
For having sought me,
While I am still breathing,
"Come forth,
Personifying a cherubic medley,
A fusion of conjurer and seraph,
You are the One,
The One I have awaited all along,
I have sung an unpenned song,
A song that I hum now,
Welcoming my wizard for lives,
It be a song with no lyrics,
No music of it's own,
But yet,
It is the sweetest song,
Because my archangel,
It's notes arise from You and I,
Where the touch of lips,
Mark the bassus of our song,
The souls making love,
Symbolize the canorous libretto,
And the bodies uniting,
Mark the altus of our song"

 This be the most symphonious chorale,
A ballad of our minds, bodies and souls,
A glorious galaxy of words,
The motif,
Of our unsung melodies............



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