Ripple

A heart that beats in your hum drum chores,
A smile that fades and ceases, brightens and spreads knocking doors,

Hands, entwined yet aloof, of each others warmth,
Touch, that spear's into the soft depths of a dreadful swamp,

Each moment, a ripple from far off treasures, reaches the shore,
building, breaking, linking all that destiny conspired to pore,

Shafts of air,  bringing fragrances from far of lands, hearts and people,
One after the other, reaching you like the concentric swirls of a delicate creeper,

So much in life, that comes along with the flow,
Touches you with a sparkle of magic, and turns around aglow,

Never coming back, yet forever cherished,
Lost into the wilderness , and with time, perished.