Cobweb Bridges
The days go by
and so do months,
been so long now since I saw you last.
To listen to that voice
my ears crave,
but to pick up the phone and give you a call
I have a lot at stake.
With every falling star
there is the same old wish,
in hopes of it coming true
my days languish.
Making bridges with cobwebs
burning them down at your convenience,
you have done that a great deal
spurned my love with a hand of steel.
So, here I lay confined in my castle of tattered hope
for the fading memories
in the darkness I grope.
You have cast a spell on me
for centuries I have stood here,
waiting for thee.
Yet I continue to pray
for that ray of light,
which will finally paint
my windows bright.
Copyright © Varsha Tomar | Year Posted 2013
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