Can you hear me
in the echoes of those
ancient duststorms that
wandered the prehistoric earth
Before the time, when
the mountain was lake
and you lay in arms
i have always been here
just beyond the corner
of your eye flirting
with the edge of the mirror
can you hear me
tapering through the stone
breathing ever so delicately, like the wind
blowing through a slow delhi afternoon
i have always been here
a forgotten memory, held
hostage by a desprate love
trying to call you over all this din
can you hear me
a vagarant song on loose lips
sneaking around the world by hitching
rides along with unsuspecting ruffians
feeding on scraps of love that you
unwittingly throw away
i have always been here
embedded in radio broadcasts and
sewn into silver midnight light
sending out SOSes through ripples of time
Can you hear me !!
please.
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