I touched them,
the still waters
took my first swim.
Your soul trembled in rapture
when you witnessed the absolute
in its most precious form. The sea
shimmered in the distance with
gold pouring from the sun; as the
birds flew homeward. Leaving you
under the blanket of a starry sky
where you could hear nothing but
the pure, the music of the gods.
Now I’m left with
unwritten songs and
© Priyesha K. Nair