Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The night after the storm.

Dreams buried in hinges
Wounded forever and frayed.
The night after the storm
I perished in the stillness of your stare
‘We were’ a moment go
And after this storm, the lullness
Defies our existence.
I burnt in thy eyes
I screeched in your soul.
An incomplete poetry was born
When I passed away in your ambers cold.
For let them not be tears
But rain that left a heart ship wrecked.
For let this night not be the last of our life.
Let this night last forever
As we kiss each other goodbye.
Stillness before and stillness after.
Sun-kissed evenings, ash-burnt later.
I pick up the pearls
And walk on the ruins of our dreams
As I watch you walk away.
The memory, distinct and clear.
The night was flamed with fire
I wept, clinging to the flames
That set me ablaze
I beheld your departure
Burnt in that night after the storm
As I waved you