Through the beams of the golden sun
The dawn treads between us,
Breaking the night that bound us into one
Woeful sweat trickles down the statues of subdued lust.
Waking up to the cuckoo's song
The wind chasing through the labyrinthine sheets,
Wishing the night to have been long
Searching tumultuously for your odour, for your heartbeats.
But gloom descends as the morn unfolds,
On my side sleeps hollowed solitude,
The crushed, deflated sheets speak of the stories untold
I embrace the emptiness and strum the ever haunting tune.
I arise; I descend, donned in white
To reflect back the darkness soon approaching me,
I shout, I run, to catch the hopeful rays that escape my sight
But defeated, I collapse under the sorrow-borne tree.
With the yellow leaves of despair
I weave a wreath to adorn your heavenly bed,
The dust on which, I sweep with tears and brush with hair
Each moment, your absence-presence chokes me dead.
Ringing church bells announce the evening mass
Amidst the wilderness, creeps in a sense of blank desertion,
My soul departs, leaving behind the corpse of this lass
Racing to the cliff, seeking absolute interfusion,
Down below, the burning river pulls towards its intimidating glass
I plunge to meet your soul there, to revel again in our communion.
I descend and we arise!!
Monday, July 7, 2008
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