Clouds sift the pink dusk
spraying through pores
vaporizing on the panes of my heart
on which I draw the shape of a wing
long feathers of an owl
once I saw perched on a tree at the temple
watching the incense smoke
Its scream embossed along the contours of my ears.
The leaves passed on the cries
their stubble grazing the cheeks
stirring the flames sitting in every lantern.
I blow out
my sighs now
at the moon sharpening in the sky
no more a watermark
a pendant hanging
between the breasts of twilight
winking at me.
©Malintha Perera 2015