purity finds its place in a hanging leaf swaying gently in the autumn breeze
the warmth of flesh migrates slowly subtle yet alive and finds its place between pale lips
soft hands and unspoken shapes tracing destinies in the sand
a rhythm forms when sky and skin aligns
to the child of the void i say: go out and play
gentle and aware a fire that listens
frail fingers shape shallow tides of autumn giving voice to the waves speaking the true name of the deep
a line drawn in the soft earth guided by the quiet pull of the goddess
the seas surrender and soften with kindness from the morning light
a quiet embrace of ending
elancharan gunasekaran 