Your eyes speak more today. More than all the noise around,
Your lips call me to listen to a poem, recited by careful tones of Love
Time stops and I think to myself, is this you ? Is this really you! After all these years?
Still looking with the same Love, with the same smile, with the same truth...
And I once again listen to your Silence, dive deep, knowing that my Muse is close. So close. For she lives in my words. And I live in her Art..
A voice calls saying, are 6 years enough to know Art? I say, it took me 6 minutes to write a poem when I first saw her! And it went on, forever. And ever.
Where we became Partners in Art. Where her hair became my words and my words became her magic. Where, the drops of nectar upon were tasted by the sound of careless whispers, where, the dead nights came to life and the moon just became prettier. Where, it was Love. Silence. And a picture. For me..for her...
// Is 6 years enough to know Art, they ask. It took me 6 minutes to fall for his words, and ever since, it keeps lifting me up.
When we became partners in Art, when I became his muse and he became my Bard. Where it was love for the world, but much more for us //
And the story goes on, people come, they go. Sometimes days pass by without any news from the other side. In the most terrible of the days or the most brilliant ones, we become Home. Not the one that shelters, but the one that comforts. Knowing it all , this intimacy is all we have. It's all we know. It's all one needs!
YOU ARE READING
Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
