#17 napowrimo

1.      Searching lost verses

A vast spread of sand playing with tiding waves,

here on this sand bed, I sit with this sweet book of verses.

I dip in here and come out with pearls, shells and conches.

I wonder at the fairyland of words built in here on this sand

and under this water, that  lay hidden to my outward eyes;

beguiles, to take the plunge again and again.

All the wonderful worlds built on dreams and thoughts,

fills the grooves and ridges of memory’s vast land;

It’s forest, mountains, desert and oceans.

Its here, everywhere… still I search desperately;

For that lingering sweet phrase that got drowned,

For those intriguing names that perched high,

For exact moments, to pass on, but bushes overgrown.

I search desperately, among the entire wilderness.