On lazy afternoons, hiding from the world
Under the trees, on the broken wall
Of an old, dilapidated temple
I lie down, watching sunlight
Play hide and seek among the leaves
Of the ancient, stately trees,
And the green, graceful tree snake
Weave itself through the sprigs;
Listening to the shrill silence
Of dead leaves that line the earth.
And out of nowhere, you float in –
A flutter of blue on wings of black.
Afraid to breathe lest I scare you,
I watch in wonder as you pause
Thoughtfully for a moment or two
Above an open, red hibiscus.
Then, as if on second thoughts,
You float away, leaving me lone
In my restive, twilit realm,
And my heart skips a painful beat.
Were you real? Or in my world
Of blacks and greens and browns and reds,
Was your blue just a reverie?
A flicker of peace that died?