SMOKE SIGNAL
my heart in constant
yearning
for You
I paddle through the faceless
mist
truly I've become a phantom
a whisper playing hide and
seek
on this endless faerie wheel
can You see
the smoke signals...?
hear my
Prayers rising...
in the paisley grey
morning skies
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)