A heart to be read

By

Sherin Mary Zacharia

Water wets the leaves,

Those leaves touching the water,

Misty air caresses the wings

Of those birds flying, tired.

Love-laden wind

Gently brushes the tree tops,

Waiting for dusk to pick up

The hot sun above,

Place it in the sea’s cradle,

Swinging, humming softly a lullaby

To put the world asleep,

Calm and peaceful

In the silence and stillness

Of a sense that guards,

Of a sense of belonging

To be owned and liked

In a heart, warm

Like a mother’s lap.

Flaws blown away

By a hurried sigh,

A breath drifting in,

Easy like a ripple

Ready to take in

With all trust.