You touched my soul—a gentle drop from a cloud above and high,
Settling softly on my palm, whispering secrets of the sky.
A fleeting caress, a moment suspended in time,
You slipped through my fingers, leaving behind memories and lies.

Latter, by the riverbank, I saw you in the flowing tide,

A shimmering reflection of what once was, now fleeting and free.

You lingered in the ripples, in the song of the current,

A tender echo, a love that refused to fade away from me.

Finally, on the vast sea beach, I saw you once more,

Laughing at the edge of the surf, then dissolving into the vast blue sky.

Evaporating slowly, returning to your celestial self,

A cloud again, waiting to fall, as if to touch my life again.

From cloud to hill, stream to sea, and back to high,

your love, a droplet’s endless dance, that never truly dies.

Fleeting, yet eternal, touching me, then drifting away,

I hope it returns in whispers of rain, as another love some other day.

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Jay Jagdev | Aug 2024