ribbons of gold

when I looked up at the sky
still bleary-eyed and yawning
a drop of light fell into sea of black
morning would soon be dawning

but still in dimness I could see
a sky nearly void of clouds
a stretched out figure in the distance
you were hiding in a darkened shroud

I felt drawn in to your mystery
mind drifting to anxious wonder
what might come of the morn
should I remain there under?

when impatient for the moment
it slips like minnows through one’s fingers
but flowers bloom when they bloom
and time is no perfume that lingers

so I carried on and let worry go
if I was nervous it did not show
I was as a leaf in a river’s flow
and did not tremble at the eastern glow

from silhouette gray and cold
for a time your form was mine to hold
as rising sun let your beauty unfold
and my eyes beheld ribbons of gold

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17 thoughts on “ribbons of gold

    1. Thank you so much Bela. I don’t know if it’s because of your excellent poetry skills that I look at those lines now and feel extra proud of them, or whether I was always proud of them, but I do remember struggling with what I wanted to say in this part of the poem and was very pleased when the words finally came to me. 🙂

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      1. That is wonderful! I think society (at least this one) has long liked to pigeonhole people into neat little roles. I have never fit into these tidy boxes, and I always love it when others likewise flout expectations. Especially as pertains to science and artistic endeavors. Einstein did this in his own way – some of his writings are downright poetic. Loren Eiseley leaps to mind. Fritjof Capra. Brilliant beams of light among us. Aloha, Swarn ❤

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    1. Thank you Pink. Since this might be the first time I’ve ever received a compliment from you, this compliment might just make my head difficult to fit through the door, but I thank you for risking my head over-inflation. The compliment is very much appreciated. 🙂

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  1. Beautiful Swarn, this poem has its own light and builds up to a superb finale. I particularly love the following lines. Well done that man. *nods and applauds*

    ‘but flowers bloom when they bloom
    and time is no perfume that lingers’

    ‘from silhouette gray and cold
    for a time your form was mine to hold
    as rising sun let your beauty unfold
    and my eyes beheld ribbons of gold’

    – Esme tying gold ribbons around the Cloud

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