This golden light that dances on the leaves
these idle clouds sailing across the sky
and this passing breeze leaving its coolness
on my forehead are nothing but your love.
Oh my heart’s love, the morning light floods
my eyes with your message to my heart
and your face bends from above with your eyes
looking down on mine as my heart leaps to your feet.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 59
Henry Victor 04.10.2012
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