There was a hint
of rain in the air
on once a fine
morning
as I woke up
gently surprised
to find him
beside, singing.
The night before
was a tender song
with sea waves
humming beside
He broke a kiss
which slowly faded
and then he chose
to decide.
There was a
madness in raging winds
as they spoke to
me through the fire
as often he has
told me before
to listen to my
heart's desire.
Neither him nor
the wind does know
that my heart has
fled long before.
Its his through
which I feel the beat
and try to hear my
silent lore.
But the wind was
lost and so was he
when his heart
touched my empty core.
As he paved his
way into me I found
all I have lost
have come to the fore.
He made his
footprints with the sand
on little drops of
my past, I fear
and they rose up
into his heart and spoke
thousand wishes of
my yesteryear.
In his voice I
heard my own
to my utter
delight or despair
the night
reminisced my stubborn dreams
whose colours are
now on the wear.
Love they asked
for, to grow again
that which he gave
me in plenty
there came a moon
with silver arc
in my ocean that
has long been empty.
Years that I have
tried to mend
and guarded from
dreams erratic
indulged in their
old broken game
to write on my
life what seemed like an epic
They whispered and
fell on his open arms
as he moved along
my breasts and curve
And I felt he was
my long lost friend
who knew how to
read each of their verve.
It seemed like ice
beyond the fire
as I counted
flakes one by one
'A new life will
come to us with dawn'
said he, 'our
darling, handsome son'.
Then I knew my
heart's desire
has both been
found and fulfilled
as he who made me
his at first
looked into my
eyes and kneeled.
I held him to
reach peace and sleep
and woke up to his
song and rain
on that morning
covered in blue-green mist
with my heart's
desire in me again.
And oft when now I
think of bygones
with our son
playing in fields below
an angel sings me
that morning's song,
with William,my
love, beneath her golden halo.
