a sign

i want to wake up

on a lotus dawn

and ope my eyes

to gaze and fawn

upon a face

that would loom

above mine

and make me bloom

like a mystic ray

of sylvan light

or spread wings

in golden flight.

i could just look

smile and smile

paint a colour bridge

for a hundred mile

i still can feel on

my breath

intoxicating odour

of the magic wreath

of words and glances

unspelt glee-s

at meaningful gaps

prayers and pleas

call it belief

ignorance or fate

i am still on the wait

and would want

to know of you

if flames and hopes glow

on the other side too