Moment

I saw venus, the moon
And a falling star.
That night I wondered.
I wondered where you are.
And then I saw you shining through
The scarce leaves and branches
From the dark blue.

Now, amidst fading laughs
My pained feet
Walk down the path
Strewn with crunching leaves,
Alive with wild colours
Of yellows and oranges
And reds and browns,
Multiplying the angelic sounds
Of herons in flight,
Merging their white
With the sky dressed in gold
As the sun spreads its wings
And embraces
The dying night.

The trees sprinkle the morning dew,
Seeping into my thirsty skin.
And I sip the fragrance
Of the misty earth,
Swear, indulgence is mirth.
The dead fire waves it’s
Magic wand, bestows
Ash on trees.
The longer I see the blur it gets.
And ash is all I feel.

My dampened self
Drowns into the cleansing waters
Of solitude.
I look up at the clear roof
And no longer seek you.
I rub off the remains of an
Impaired dream
And stick out my neck,
Dancing underneath my own shadow,
Uncovered by the translucent surface.

I drag my mellowness,
Trip over myself.
Tripping on the cherry red robe
I’m wearing,
Counting the dripping pieces of truth.
Her hand is on my free shoulders.
I never saw those fingers before,
Tapping my back,
Running through my hair.
I gaze at the darkening
Under belly of the red.
I reach out my hand
And touch you.

The moment is stuck
And I move on
With you for company
As you pour into me
A desire to love
And a love to desire life.