And now,
When my eyes are drowned,
In the symphony of your love,
I try to read,
What your eyes have concealed,
You,
A person ineffable,
And a soul discreet,
Oblivious to the world around,
That aquivers your feet.
With fingers entwined,
We converse with hushes.
That nostalgic feel,
While we pass the lushes.
The sparks of your soul,
That dwells within me,
Enlightens my being,
For what feels like eternity.
And my mind that wanders,
Knows no morality,
Walking past the thorns,
In the world filled with brutality,
Chasing you out,
Hoping for serendipity,
My heart finally recognizes,
The world with its reality.
And yet, besides this,
As I look unto you,
My eyes drowned in yours,
Pleading for some clue.
But your eyes to no avail,
Would reveal,
That which for ages,
Have been concealed.
With traces of you,
Now I weep on my knee,
And yet you say,
Strangers are we?!
