Mahfooz Ali - Talking Rocks

My mind wanders back,
from time to time,
to the place of the winding road
where first I saw her…
on Street.

I don’t know who she was.
She stood in the
distance,
leaning against the boulder
of the Talking Rocks.

The morning sun
peeked through the sleepy
dogwood trees;
I leaned over the balcony rail,
in hopes of catching
a better glimpse
of her.

A wisp of wind
appeared, as if from nowhere.
She crossed her arms,
shuddering in the cool breeze
and turned to look my way.
Then she was gone –
disappeared,
as if she been…
dare I say a ghost?


I saw her once another time,
only briefly,
late at night with the moon
shining in her silver hair,
wandering aimlessly down
a dimly lit Street.

I don’t know who she is,
but sometimes, quite unannounced,
she sneaks into my dreams.
She says not a word
and, quietly as she came,
slips away
into the pale moonlight
down that twisted road
beyond the talking rocks.

Mahfooz Ali

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