A Little Price

a poem by Devika

I watch the ticking of the clock
and hear its hands move steadily on,
and wonder if this fragrance
is of the passing time…

I smell my heartbeats in the dark
and touch the memories of the past,
and wonder if my damp lashes
have been dipped in pain…

I paint the inside of my soul
with every shade of laughter now,
and in this rainbow light exists
the shadow of a breeze…

I carry all the notes of song
in cartons of tomorrow,
for I know this harmony
will provide me ease…

I’ll touch your life now and again
and bring alive the light
which folded into your soul
till it rises and flies…

I care not for the distance now
nor for the silence long,
for all that He has given me
this is a little price…