Splash

This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door,
and I know that all of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive
when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile
and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling
with the perfume of promise

~Tagore

Well, I know poetry isn't always inviting, for it demands time. I'm trying to take out time to return to it. Hoping that some day very soon poetry will be returned to me.