The Swing and the Sea
Happy lonely corridor
I miss the swing you welcomed out of your fringes
I miss your brown shades of emotions
I miss accompanying your gaze searching for the horizon
When evening rattled her way through your barricades
Dusky hues couldn't drench your ways
Sporadic rain enunciating your darkness
Would climb up my neck
And immerse in my tied up knot of haywire thoughts!
Alas! With another brown poured
And another ...and another
I see the contours of your banal existence
While the joy you give me for keeping me safe
Perhaps you wish that the days were numbered for you too...
So with sunrises and sunsets and humourless rain
You weave the memories of the entrapped sea
And some entrapped souls...
Who are your friends, my friend?
Whom do you make love to when the rooms are empty?
Whom do you long for when your swing hasn't creaked since the last footstep caressed her shores?
The bearded man and lonely corridor
You don't know how much you are the same,
As I sit under familiar skies
I bask in the gentle sways of your thankful swing
And the unborn promises of that nascent romance
How I wish to own you forever!
Happy lonely corridor,
I will save your soul one day.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2017
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