Bask me

beneath
glorious
rays

transforming
as Kashmir’s hair spun

to blanket one
underneath it

I remain,

even after
a tumultuous storm

humbled
me

by flashings
of jagged light

through
midnight drawn.

Blackest ink
eased to lighten,

until this
‘New Day’.

Thrashed

tons of water
upon sandy beaches,

cement streets.

Verdant plains
thirsty, quenched.

Vibrant blossoms
reach upwards or out.

Rendered tears
from widened eyes

searching
each artistic horizon

whirling reds, blues,
golden hues,

while ears perk to rustles
sweet, gentle

tickling
variant skins

embracing

brothers.
Loving one another…

Seated together.
Dining together.

Tasted,
foods exquisite

internationally
thriving

marvelously
together

for

in their image
we were made…

***

“Let us
make man

in our image,

according to
our likeness”.

Forever… Always… … More Forever. . . Always. . .