Secret Chambers

Caravan..

This dawn speaks,

You are in a caravan

Through the long stretch of coconut grove

And wades into the vastness of sand dunes

You travel the breath of world

Yet I remember you, 
To capture 

The mountains of Sumerians,

To bring back

The lobes of flowers 

That fragrance the forest,

And the painted pitcher

That we loved once upon a time

Remember to pick the fragments 

Which subsumed in the secret chambers
Of the fallen hair 
And withered flowers 

While dusk, 

You were in a caravan.. 

~ Ahila..