ODE TO A WOE

You walk 'way, brings you back
Inexorable a dream
Wishes fly blue... Taking deep breaths
soothing the fire within...

I 'wait, see dry leaves fall
with long moments which pass,
bereft of home, sky and love
you rest on dead grass...

Monsoons come... go, taking your mirth,
and they leave you dead...
Dry leaf thou art, to decay on earth;
wet soil's thy death bed...

Swallows come back, new leaves sway,
you rest on those earths; grim...
I wish it could, brought you back,
inexorable my dream...