I asked a flower, once
Do you miss the dew drops
that graze your cheeks
At the tip of dawn's silence?
Yes, I do, she whispers
But I know that I shall be grazed again, very soon.
It's just a matter of time.
I asked once, from the ripple
of the flowing brook
Do you miss the fishes
that on your toes do tickle?
Yes, I do, she whispers
But I know that I will be tickled again, very soon.
It's just a matter of time.
I asked the passing breeze, a while ago
Do you miss the rain drops
That hold you in his arms
While doing the occasional tango?
Yes, I do, she whispers
But I know that I shall be held again, very soon
It's just a matter of time.
I asked my heart, just now
Do you miss the one
Who touched you for the first-
and the last time, somehow?
Yes, I do, it whispered
But I know that I will be touched again, very soon.
It's just a matter of time.
Aminath Neena
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-matter-of-time-9/
