SUMMER SYMPHONY

The broken sobbing bursts 
of the breathless landscape 
call out to me 
Its valiant rarified inhales 
of scalding, shimmering heat mirages 
echo endlessly 
like a disconsolate plea 

Maybe, its silent heaves 
are not a cry for help 
But a call out to a kindred soul 
Someone 
who would brave the heated glare 
of a thousand white reflections 
just to touch its core 
Someone who would stand there 
silently 
in the middle of a vacuum storm 
Just so in ecstatic unison 
they could untiringly breathe 
the few atoms of shared air 
so warm 
Till darkness cooled them apart 
or joined them unrestrainedly 
In heaven's divine mosaic 
of an eternal vaporous dream

elatedly 

My feet walk of their own accord 

finding their way unerringly
To touch the echoing soulful sounds 
of this vapid symphony....... 


MS