Sunday, 17 November 2013

On the seashore


Where I shall stand
In my pajamas
With my bare feet
On the sea sand
I will shout your name a hundred times

My voice will travel miles
On the surface of the sea
Like a sailing ship
Standing the storms
And celebrating the sun with the breeze

Until across the sea
On the other side of the seashore


Where you will be standing
Receiving the warmth of my tone

And at the end of our conversation
We shall both smile
Knowing somehow across the distance
We have exchanged echoes of yearning

Ashna Shareff
August 7, 2013