A Poem For Sancho Poem by Dosvedanya Rashia

His Hair is Black and smoothly wavy
Shining in the florescent light, with grey
Diamonds, saddening his twenty years

I have grown to love His pure smile,
Like almond hearts and marigolds
Melting the ice from the roots of my soul.
And setting me free.

Where are you from, little one of the Punjab?
Skin like dark chocolate, your smile
Lifting the years off my old, sad heart.

His eyes a warm, rich-brown, shine for
A world that he sees as miraculous.
Filled with radiance, the flowers open
Blossoming For him.

The swans in the river, stoned in
To stop the harsh city from spilling over
Into their canal, fly suddenly

That pedestrians may catch a brief glimpse
Of their snowy beauty, and for a moment
Pause in their busy lives, calmed and refreshed
By their graceful forms

And his feet dance as they skip high,
Soaring over the playful, breezy air
Like a wildflower in my ghost own.

I think a little love has come
Through my armor to enter my cold heart
Making palpitations of a feeling
I ought not to feel.

And I think that I have fallen
A little in love, with my little friend
As my life reaches, its last sunset,
Draws to a close.