The Stalactites

My poems
The stalactites formed from the dripping tears
And I
The wide-eyed spectator wondering
While You
Holding the lantern
That lid the corroded
walls of mine heart

In darkness of Your beauty
In fragrance of Your love
My Self
Merely few faint echoes
Amongst these ancient stalactites
Bouncing back and forth between You and I
And life…
Few ancient charcoal drawings, proof
That You once passed through this cave
Before “I” or the “stalactites” were even words

© 2003-2002,  Dara Shayda