I.yapang Lemtur

(Tuli Town, Nagaland, India.)

ECSTATIC FANTASY


Come and take my hand,
Thou' wonder wind of wonders,
Make me and take me in your form,
into your one element,
and we will fly.....
Like the lovers of times we will elope,
Race the eagle up the highest cliff we will,
Glide through the mountains and vales,
And steal the sweet scent of roses,
And gift them to the heaths of the moor,
We will travel into the forest enchanted,
And carry the fairy's song to the deserts abandoned,
We will push through the curtains of the rain,
Make alive the weary trees,
And make the leaves dance
to the beat of the rain drops.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 04, 2010

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