Favonian Feels

Favonian winds were blowing this way

Beyond the realms of time and space

Those fealty feels flown in such a hastiest haste

For sweet love to summon all it's grace!

And all that I took as my own and you marked it as yours, anyways,

Be it complete or be it more -as though-in free spirited shape

O my, what foamy twilight dresses in silvering shades

Much as much as quivers in bowers, rustling thro' glades

O! Look! An eternal spring, unceasingly, blooms thro’ quietly unfazed

Just as —ever in and ever for—that everlasting phase!

Onwards then —that breeze—ushers to every lone hearts' voided space

Laying softly upon me, you and others equally,

And from which there’s no real escape…

Ah! What else c’d be spoken that which wasn’t better told,

For it’s about feelings fetched thro’ nature's gale

Not for nothing, yet for everything,

Embodying pure love in its’ warmest embrace

Thereupon, what comes to be bidden, and not hidden in temporal caves

Encased, full on -naïveté, marking it's own original face

Be thee—joy spilling or a pulse beckoning, thro’ and thro’, as in a musical grace

Shining ✨ forth— as sheer brightness, illuming that inner space

Again, what else c’d be said in its heavenly praise,

For it’s first perceived like a familiar memory banking on its own game,

With equal profits accrued under debtors's and creditor's accounted name

As equally proportioned as similarly same!

© « Madhu Goteti Sept 20, 2021