Yasmeen Khan Poems
The Hills Are Alive!
Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends
When the sun sinks and softly descends
At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch
A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
Swing and sway in welcome mists,
On glorious crests bend and twist.
Winds sing sweetly, airs are benign
And the city looks dreamy and shines
Like a starry plane far beneath me
As I look down the scary lee.
Soaring upwards in the mellow blush of day
A spot sparkles in the foggy dark and stays
Glowing on the lush peaks illumining grays.
Savory aromas float on the evening breeze
With melodies ...
Singing tonight playing upon the moon-strings
Yon gracious orb quaint and full, in elegance rises
A midnight lotus on the pond of dark, silence sings
Muted, soft songs that only she herself can listen,
Stirred by a faint wind the night blooms pour forth
Warm scent, its gentleness on her cheeks she feels,
Past dreams glow, a thousand lighted casements
Blaze in a distance, a thaumatrope of past and present.
Flashbacks vividly bring the memory of the times