alan.fly, deepaSom, lexley, nidhie,
where does the kite go when the string is cut?
the bubble when it bursts?
where does the dew go from the morning grass?
the star when sun appears?
where do day shadows go when night descends ?
the storm when winds subside?
where do the footprints go from sea-beach sands?
the rainbow from the skies?
they say there is another world beyond
the reach of mortal hands
where kite and bubble free from string and form
to cosmic music dance
where rainbows, dewdrops, blend and play sky games
and footprints pirouette
where shadows whirl around now new tamed storms
celestials celebrate.
My questing eyes search out majestic sky
I see familiar form
new twinkle star beyond Orion’s belt
I smile…. he’s still around…
terryq : 7th june 2006