Twin Palms
Twin Palms
In a pensive mood I walked downhill
Reflecting on the disappearing years
Wondering how many more autumns left
To enjoy the golden sun on his way home
Down the flaming hill-side.
I spread out my palm to catch
The messages of love sent
By my luminous-amorous lover.
My palm gilded as his light passed through it
The lines on my palm stood out
Like roads now deserted
For only a few loved travellers still enjoying
The scenic and peaceful landscape.
I clasped my fist to hold his fading golden light
Treasuring it in my kingdom
Of simple rustic joys.
I travelled down my long road
Remembering all the hands
Warm enough to hold mine
To lead me to reach my destiny.
The pine breeze softly whispered
'Open both your palms before your face
Permit his alpenglow through it to burnish your face'.
Smilingly I opened the tightened fist to free
The twinkling golden spark
I was holding onto a moment ago
And joined the other like twin palms spread out.
My romantic golden lover sailed down his gondola
His voice musically echoing in the valley
'With my light of love burning in your heart
Your hands have been warmed enough
For anyone to hold for a lifetime of joy'.
Balveen Cheema
November18, 2014
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