"in the back garden of Sahib"

inside the circle we do stand
faces and souls facing paradise
a glance melts our mouths
into a smile
a whisper entwines our voices
and takes them from us
our eyes dance in their
own secret language
speaking the tongue of
two souls gliding side by side
in this life, into the next
creating sunshine on
the first day of spring
above the deep white magnolia
that now stands in
the back garden of Sahib.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
27-10-05