dhamlex
The Night,
Absence of light
Full Moon beaming through the soft linen
Pilaff and Baron on the table
Candles sluggishly burning
Cutleries on my hand
A deep stare at the other end
His favorite spot
Memories like yesterday I craved for
The frame,
The image ever smiling
Aura of his presence
An inevitable goose bump
Vaporized into thin air
In the heavens he now lives
Among the constellations
Lonely, alone with the night.
Β© Dhamlex