WILLIAMSJI MAVELI'S POEM

A PHATTOM TRACE
The dawndreams,
like whispers, start to fleet.
A lingering warmth,
a phantom trace,
of your sweet presence,
time and space.
My mind, a house with winding stairs,
 where secret chambers hold my cares.
The attic's hush, a shadowed dread,
where dusty memories lie unsaid.
I stumble, lost in dim-lit halls,
my footing falters, grace enthralls,
Yet, heavenly echoes fill the air,
 a burden borne, a whispered prayer.
Demons may lurk, with shadows deep, but in your love, my soul I keep.
A golden thread, a path untold,
where glory's secrets we'll unfold.
If I could linger, lost in sleep,
where your soft presence I could keep,
I'd stay entwined, in slumber's hold,
 but duty calls, a story told,
Another day, with you in mind,
 a sensual echo, left behind.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI