Bill Piccolo

waiting

 
 

I looked for you in her deep blue eyes

I saw you in his crooked smile

You hid in the night market

And there I found you

 

in our temple the Brahma stirs

and as the world sleeps

he waits for the morning

 

You did not see me underneath you

You never woke in this rain

I climbed the water tower at dawn

And there I found you

 

in the still night

in the darkness of our temple

I bathe your feet

and wait for the morning

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/05/2007.

 

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