Till the End of Time
TILL THE END OF TIME
On the cerulean water designing dream of the lake
seraphic night falls swaddling us ever so very close.
Broken porcelain moon the rhythmic ripples shake,
blithe breeze glides from garden with scent of rose.
I lie in bliss on enamored cradle of your ivory arm,
your silky charcoal hair caresses my charmed face.
In your lilac lips I feel torrent of your emotion warm,
in the flood of stardust I sink in your surreal grace.
I drink the elixir of ardor from the cup of your heart,
my passion blazes engulfing you in its embracing fire.
We’ll weld in the ember of love, won’t ever be apart,
together we’ll travel to the edge of devoured desire.
Tapestry of love we weave with moonbeam strand,
the new sun will rise for us with the crimson dawn.
On the dew glittered meadow of ecstasy we’ll stand
till the end of time when twilight will fall on horizon.
Written : January 28, 2019
February 22, 2020
Contest : Strand Select X, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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