Shayri II

Far away in Shayri’s grove, I sit and think of home
A dream in her wake, a dream that her shadow stole
You were a hidden across the river where the wildflowers wept their fears
Taking flight you flew on by unseen, unheard
In a cold land with the scent of streets covered in frost
Shayri did you find the lines between your life and mine?
Tell me what the ocean said as you flew overhead
Did you laugh your giddy joy, swept down and soared again?
Your jingle-jangle ankles spun the threads that caught the clouds
You picked a flower, I gave it a name
The colours that spun the sunlit gold
As I sat in your grove and thought of home