This Morning In The Southwest Balcony

the first rays of the sun
penetrated into the house
bright and pointed
from the eastern door
untouched by the sun
we sat on the other end
in the southwest balcony
quietly over a cup of tea
the savoring warm liquid
causing the insides cuddle
tickling the chillness out
above us the sky began to
assume its exclusive azure
filling the winter precincts
and feasting the heavy eyes
i lifted the sleepy lashes to
absorb the blue and it’s then
i saw you transforming
into the blue sky…

my winged mind
floated like a joyous
cloud against the
blue back drop

05nov2009
06.54hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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