A forever long song

If you are the entire spectrum

of colours seen, unseen and imagined,

let me be a single sliver

whose size does not forbid a name.

If you are a glorious reservoir,

let me be that single drop of water

that wills you to spill your transforming magic

that turns individuals into communities and hearts

and barren fields into harvests and smiles.

If you are moonlight,

let me be a fire-fly speck of light

convincing you

that the stars often walk the earth at night.

If you are the breeze that heals,

let me be a whisper of acknowledgment.

If you are a voice,

then let the voice that is me,

naturally a sad apology for articulation,

still resolve to speak its barren word.

If you are the unfolding of truth,

let me be a salience

that gives the unravelling a signature.

If you are love,

then let me be its tear drop and smile.

[From the collection 'Threads,' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2007]

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