As I watch your eyes glowing by candlelight;
My quivered hands labor to arrange my thoughts
In the near call of evening’s final anthem--
How this soul dares for one precious moment
Which needs to hold you in my ocean of silence,
And perhaps , when I enter into a flight at rest
Today’s rain would cleanse away all my offenses,
Allowing us to drink life’s sweet ambrosia…
Like the first coo of our newborn, ordeals turning
Into headways, soft dances after a foolish rift;
That my heart rejoices-- for you are the only anchor
Grounding me from dark waters, propped by
An Indulgence of love when lost dreams find
Me captive— your gentle strength abides, unflagging,
Then to be life’s calming tide whistling on our trails
I shall yearn for your caress, your nectar of wine—
Until rainfall ceases, my fragrance of endless ardor
Will linger upon pillows of a co-owned bed… Quietly,
Look upon moonbeam’s eyes… Darling, I am there.
Silent One's Last Letter To My Beloved
12/26/2018
Categories:
headways, dedication, feelings, for him,
Form: Verse
O! My gentle little Jane
Amazing me with thy brain
Being a writer thou shall gain
When thy writings drip like rain
I shall smile in thy reign
Make it snappy writing pays
Pick thy pen and stop delays
Practise it in all thy days
I shall witness thy heydays
Thou shall live to make headways
Seas and oceans never dry
Garnished lines never shall die
Make them colourful than a dye
Paint like stars would paint the sky
In the end thou shall soar high
I know thou shall pull down rocks
Moulding poetic lines like blocks
Ignore all the talks and mocks
Get thyself a very big box
Where thy foes are kept like cocks
Ensure those lines are worthwhile
They shall marvel at thy style
Thou shall give them a wry smile
When they eat from the trash pile
O! My gentle little Jane
I shall give you a campaign
Thou shall travel in airplane
Being a writer thou shall gain
Categories:
headways, art, love, writing,
Form: Lyric