April | 2014 | 22shangrila

©Aliana Alani 2014

Listen to the winds

Everywhere there is poetry

Everywhere, a story

Your life and mine

The man in the street with a cup and a sign

The story it says of him

The story he has yet to tell

Listen to the winds

Whispers and prayers

Whispers and blessings

Listen

The Gucci bag and the bling tell a tale

But what’s inside tells more

The country, the clan, the lone wolf

All dancing on song lines from yesterday to tomorrow

Beating a drum, a heartbeat, a rhythm

Of passion and promise, sorrow and longing

Desires and dreams

Everywhere there is poetry

Everywhere, a story

Listen to the winds

Listen

There is a bridge that exists between two worlds – fragile, translucent, almost ethereal.

It hovers, beckoning. Its glow, shimmering.

But do we see?

It is temporary, this bridge, and will not last.

Do we know? Do we care?

It travels between the world of love & plenty, and the world that soon will know no air.

When it vanishes, we will be but in one world or the other.

Does this matter?

If you find yourself on its path, do not hesitate, do not linger.

Dash over to the world of your heart’s desire.

And always remember,

At any moment the bridge could disappear, like magic, into the eternal air.

22shangrila