Tides of a daydream
Under the dusky hue of winter's evening
I sit under the glow from a fading lamp
In the haunting peace of the silence
A whirring zephyr, imbued with reverie
Finds its way inside
The beauty of it all makes time stop
And as the drizzling rain floats in space
How can I not think of you?
In the dearth that you've left behind
I am gulfed with the desire to weave words
That could resonate with the thrum of my heart
While it beats to cherish the melody
From the strings you so effortlessly strum
With the dainty hands, that grasp my soul
And when your image calms the squall in my head
I feel the angels exalt at your face
And I promise you that
They have flung themselves down
In the hallowed voids of envy
As thoughts of You allude me
I look upon the mural of my Self
The yellow shades of your life
Have seeped into the blues of mine
And I deem myself to be
An epiphany in this Starry Night
And when the droplets kiss the ground
I think of you as the sea
And I am but a seashell
Washed ashore from your infinity
Though I seep into the clutches of the sand
I clutch your memory tight
For it is the pearl I guard within
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