My Wake

A wake into the first dawn,
A wake into a new life, like birth into a reality of another kind
Past, seems a washed mark on the ever sublime sands,
My wake like a drop from the clouds plunging into the clarity of the ocean beneath,
To ripple the fabric of my sleep, and another wave of reality to kiss my shores

For this wake art in the very touch of your skin,
A touch like that of water onto the skin of dried lips,
A touch of grace onto the walk of the universe

Thy smile, thy words, likest the grace in the sway of daisies
Into thy mind, into thy essence , in the spirit of eternity
In the grip of your palm,
In the friction of our skin,
In this moment of time, art all my today are fabricated off.

And tomorrow shalt be another miracle, for the wind shall carry thy kisses into my hands
Like butterflies in a vivid confusion of colored wings,
Tomorrow a dizzy of sensations, a trance of elevating breaths and a brief pause of a moment when thy shall touch my body again

Darling, my wake into your love, into the embrace of life
Thy touch doth weave fantasy in threads of reality
For thee my love, every breath seemed to hold a scent of dawn,
My wake, my love, my life, a picture in the reflection of your eyes
Like a symphony in play, like ballet in grace, like the universe in motion
Life instructed into the coldest snow, like a glow in the cave, a time unforgotten
Art us in love,
Us in love, a completion of the world, a blending of dreams into reality
The journey of my soul into the merging of our existence like snow flakes melting into a river, sands grouping into hills, like leaves raining onto the autumn road, all in the
Elegant wake of my life in thy arms.

                                                                   Kaustubh Rao