My dusk is wrapped around your nights
My life entwined in your lonely hour
Another desolate nightfall creeps in
and your memories watch from afar
When did they untangle themselves
From the once glistening thread
Untended they flew off laden
With the dew of our morning tread
Why do they beseech me to return
When they earned the right supreme
To saunter in and drape around me
The fabric of our rhyming dream
And when the thread of my verse
Surrenders to your words sublime
Our dreams will become a reality
Of twin souls that merge across time
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| INTERLOCKING HANDS -image courtsey google |
