Ngala-Najla

I Celebrate Myself…

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Maybe it will be different the way we will remember
The summer
The way in which the wind competed with the heat and lost
Remembrance of time lost with things unsaid

Maybe it will be different the way we will remember
The way the mug of chai touched your lips in between words
The taste exchanged with expressions of pain
Creamy spiced pain

Maybe it will be different the way we will remember
The way laughter escaped me in between bites of double chocolate cake

Maybe it will be different the way we will remember
Our shadows closer than our own passive bodies

Maybe it will be different the way I will remember
Five months from now, awaiting another summer
Memories separated from emotions
Thankful for that brief but unforgettable exchange

Copyright © 2007 RNLH

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Author: ngalanjala

I Have Learned So much from God That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself With me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul. Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely It has turned to ash And freed Me Of every concept and image My mind has ever known. ~ Hafiz ~

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