From the depth of oblivion,
do come back once again, I pray,
shaping  the void of my illusion 
in your form of loving array.
Let your serendipitous stride
shimmer like flakes of pride
on my flowing river of night,- dark,
carrying the depth of tomorrows' spark.

Do come back once more,
like a truth deeper than fact,
to leave me behind once again though,
like the golden flames of fire, pure
leave the smouldering ashes, for sure.
One day my relentless yearning for you
will unite in your own eternal hue.

I will conceive God in my tomb,
an innocent hint of flesh and blood, 
throbbing in a  developing mound;
God will breathe in my womb.
My love child, will born free in your serendipity profound,
in the primordial joy of creation,
breathing throughout ages of separation.

©Kakoli Ghosh