Not yet

having transposed myself to the desert in her mind

I am going to stay there now, it's my home
and no
I won't just step into the oasis and feel comfortable, not yet

not till
her eyes turn from stoic green to amber gold
not till
the warmth reaches and ignites her soul
not till

she loves the rhapsody, one way or the other
not till 
she sees a continuum of hope before her eyes
not till
she relives joy like a child in a cradle
not till
she is safe and secure in her comfort zone.

until then
my efforts shall continue
in no way am i going to bid adieu..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"not till
she relives joy like a child in a cradle"
Nice flow of thoughts and hope in the poem. I like the way you led the reader to the very good ending. Good to desire to make someone content. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[the_stoic]

:)

[Sakshi]

Interesting flow. Plus smart use of font for this poem, it looks hand written, which adds to the grace and charm expressed in the words.

[the_stoic]

hmm .. kind of a hand written scripture that got lost ages ago !