Cathartic Spring

The fall lays bare in its enclave

Its sighs are muted by the thrashing waves

Spring has set to swirl

For once more

the darkness in frenzied throes

Around the temple of twilight

Once again zephyr rakes up

the hay of gore

And the sun tears up

the clouds of scented flowers

till oceans slurp the drops of musk

Finding that instant

when Change marks the moments

 I too have offered my self

My carcass, my words and my breath

to keep the flame high

to keep your alluring silence alive

 Would then Spring turn to my fall?

Would I be able to gain the Paradise I once lost?

Paras Ali/2018