Feb 3, 2018 Original Poetry
Liminal
©February 3rd, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Mouse creeps near the backyard wall
Moonlight pours like milk and mist
Pulse slows down to nothing at all.
Water dries, and deserts spread
And children cry before they sleep
And parents search for grains to eat
And feed their young the food for sheep.
Music wafts through baffled air
And waves lift songs of trackless whales
And dolphins float to nameless shores
And boats get lost without their sails.
Death comes by on wingèd feet
Tender, kindly, singing, free,
While flowers close and fall beneath
My tree of sighs – she sings for me.
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