Wednesday, May 11, 2011


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
-image courtsey google