Friday, January 15, 2016

What should I be?

I was always more than anticipated 
Beyond expected
And a lot awaited
I was rain in summer
Heat in winter
Sunshine in dark
The balm on abraided skin
Reflected across waters
Of rising tides 
In dreary lands
I flew with the birds
And dove with the dolphins 
But that was then
When you were there 
To show me the mirror
In your benevolent eyes
When I grew wings
Because you saw me fly
When I learnt to swim
Because you desired my salty moist skin
I no more know
What I should be
When you are not here!

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