© 04-05-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved(Iambic tetrameter)
I shall betray you, you just said,
cause life is a lone roses' bed,
thread twined and weaved on canvas grid.
The leaves turn yellow you just said,
because the garlands only fade,
adornment hung - on lonely door.
With eminent the lights outside,
impertinent the thorns inside,
the mistle droplets shine on road.
In air descends guarded her veil
I splendid emptiness inhale,
marquee of stars is my abode.
The cadence of my heart's her grace
aloneness that discerns and prays,
- her eyes that stare to nightly fields.
The rain adjoins whom she embraced
when wet my finger tips outraced
her tears and face - caressed eye lids.
Arrows of thoughts, that guide my quill
destined to leave, are scared and still,
celestial hue and coastal shore.
Without your voice, my quest and role,
a glassy dome, my soul's extol,
in dark I see your glance's mead.
© 04-05-2013, All rights reserved