Something that was buried deep
Breathes and grows and blossoms bright
Something that sighed in the dark
Shows its face towards the light
The scent of jasmines in the wet air
Sunset spreading streaks of gold
Ripples basking in the moonlight’s glare
Delights my senses as of old.
Vague stirrings within me,beyond expression
Mellifluous echo of violins and drums
Rainbows and roses,happy confusion
Peace presiding over the dusk that comes.
It will not last, this hour, this mood
Like sun on snowflakes will melt away
Then uneventful boredom to make me brood
Waiting for the magic of another day.
nadirafromkannur 
mindlovemisery
May 10, 2011 at 8:26
Beautiful poem
Jingle
May 9, 2011 at 8:26
growth and death are dynamic in nature,
your words speak and breathe,
well done.
ladynimue
May 2, 2011 at 8:26
Beautiful .. loved the ending lines 🙂
Jingle Poetry
May 1, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks for the treat.
Share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck today,
Bless you.
first time participants are welcome to share random poems or poems unrelated to the theme.
Jingle
April 30, 2011 at 8:26
rich words..
amazing imagery, keep it up.
dreamingthruthetwilight
April 30, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks a lot. It’s always feels nice to be appreciated.:-)
dreamingthruthetwilight
April 30, 2011 at 8:26
I’ll keep trying for sure. Thanks:-)
4valentines4words4poetry4you
April 29, 2011 at 8:26
i really enjoyed this its very lovely poetry the words are so beautiful and its so wonderfull to keep up the good work on this blog its such a pleasure to read from kevin take care.