To The Memory of A March Morning

by Ambika Bhatt

I can feel the morning air

pregnant with hope

white night flowers look like

dreams that forgot

to retreat back into their caves

this morning feels like me. . .

expectant with hopes of the day

as I am of tomorrow. . .

2.

I feel the spirit of the morning

trying to reach out to me …

thro' the smell of its sweetly fragrant flowers

thro' the faces of its innocent birds

I feel like a hermit woken for a day

that'll be satisfied with prayers. . .

I feel like an infant newly born

loving the feel of air in her nostrils

I feel like I have just been placed

within the space of this morning

from some alien, distant, dark land

the feel of a day beginning

mystifies me and urges me to stay

and I do. . .

3.

I have been awed

by this soft misty morning

by you and your creation Dear God

every leaf, every humble flower

look like masterpieces to me

I wish you were here

to see the joy they bring to me

I think you are. . .

you are here between the distance

of this paper and the pen

with which I write

4.

love me

like this morning has loved me

be as sweet to my senses

as this air laden with scents

be as tender as the silent tremors

of the drop of dew on this tiny flower

be as passionate as the eastern sky

coloring itself slowly with hues of fire

leave me as shy and satisfied

as the moon that's glad to return to the cloud's embrace

after a full night of loving

love me

like I have loved this morning. . .

5.

if ever you imagine me, love

imagine me as this morning mist

retreating softly inside the shadows of the night

if ever you think of me, love

think of me as this morning air

laden with the scent of flowers and soft, wet mud

if ever you love me, love

love me like this spirit of morning

that has softly made love to my senses

6.

let beauty prevail for ever after

in this world

let the hearts of all be

as pure as this breath of morning

let all the days of our lives

begin with a touch of your heavenly fingers. . .

7.

God, I can feel your fingers

softly touching my mind

God, I can touch you

with the fibers of my heart

I can feel your eternal breath

so intricately mingled with mine

I have seen you retreating slowly away

into the mysterious shadows of the night

God, I have felt you

so completely this morning. . .

24-Oct-2000

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