Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Yester Heaven


Messages in Moser bottles
Relayed by undulating ocean currents

Telegrams with penny stamps
Screaming for attention

Jasmine scented letters
Waltzing the senses of lovers

Crimson coated letterboxes
And khaki-uniformed postmen

The smell of ink on paper
Parchments caressed by fragments of thread

The feel of a tender quill
Flowing and ebbing on virgin scrolls

Perfection unparalleled.......
As the symbiosis of ink and parchment
Bequeaths on man
The apical beauty of words

Frozen in time

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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