prabāt

My heart skips a beat
as thoughts flutter past
Squeaking stories
of days together

of days bathing in sun
and wiping its sweetened smear
of whispered words
and the smiles they evoked
of sensuous strokes
and their pleasant viles
of serene silence
and its inexplicable harmony

of eternal dreams
and its sleepless bliss
of tender tears
and the soothing hug
of melancholic voices
and its divine warmth
of adoring stares
and its timeless peace

My heart skips another beat
as a speck of hope flutters past
promising a new fable
of together and forever...

I look around
wiping tears of denial
Praying for the promise
and waiting for your arrival...

This entry was posted on Tuesday, July 26, 2005 at 7:51 PM.