Sunday, October 30, 2011

Yanked from a Dream...

The morning’s verdict comes too soon
On night’s like this
But dawn is fading out the moon
With silent kiss
Her curves align intricately
Against the dark
As day becomes a silver sea
And night the spark

I close my eyes willing night’s spell
To linger on
It is no use; for I can tell
That you are gone
The warmth of you against my skin
Is hard to bear
Ten-thousand memories hovering
On stringent air

The morning’s verdict will not sway
Its fingertips
Methodically tug you away
From sleep-warm lips
Smoothly the smiling day invades
The dreamer’s bliss
And with the dawn you slip away
No farewell kiss


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