Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

On the Sands

On the Sands
©March 28th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

Go, my friend, to the place
Where you grew, tall and young,
Air glowing like a pearl,
Where you danced, a girl
All fire and fun, unsung
On the beach, upturned face,
Welcoming arms out-flung
Waves shushed in, your toes curled
Your mind was blank, you twirled
And spun, while the world clung
To your skin, you-encased.

Go there, spin, make your silk
Wrap yourself in a pod
Hang down like a rain-drop
Freeze before your heart stops.
Close your eyes, and applaud
This life, this youth you milk.
Forget the rest who plod
Towards the sloping tops
Of receding dream-props
Chasing after false gods
Who laugh while they bilk.

Go there, build, smile and sway,
Suspended, in the core.
Between one heart-beat and
The next, weave your strands
Link to all from before
And stretch the shining day
So you will nevermore
Seek to understand
Life; just stretch out your hands
Grab both sea and the shore,

Press them together – play.
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