01 May 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