HIGH BEAM
luminous shadow
at Your Feet
I gaze up at You
a lovesick gazelle
whose fleeting
numbered moments
amount to nothing
if not for that One
Dazzling
transfixed second
You turned on Your
High beam
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)
