02 April 2014

In the star studded nightfall memoirs of me look intently


Your heart was out there blowing in the breeze of


The Spring, how have you become forlorn to picture


The Summer heated the earth frenzied and droughty?


Together with viewing shady trees on gray mountains


Open your insight and see the dejection of my mind


The rock-strewn yard covered with the tiptoeing rosemary



That stands before your eyes, with aroma returns our sanities


Must I feel the gravity, illustrious arroyo of love that you nurture


At heart for years, as I took it to mean your moments of denial


You lived at; still you urge to soar high in the blue like a seagull



In the star studded twilight memoirs of me say obviously


Sweetly sad sounds the flute Sonata played a wonderful


Way to falling in love stroked you deeply from far and away


Over the moon else lit up in me no ebb but the flow of lust


On highways of my core a red carpet reception for you solely


Ignoring all social medians and preferences we know risks


Us becoming the outcasts, still we’ll float on romanticism


Beautifully is adorned a galleria featuring vague paintings


At times, watchfully the artist stares at inquisitors like us


Mostly we pretend we know about while having no idea at all


But so unceremoniously we’re one, no need of expression even


In words free from any opaque, only your eyes can poise my life


Our reveries tinged with love and I merge with you, you merge with me