There were mornings when
I woke to your brown eyes
Smiling at me from beneath
Clean sheets and filtered
Sunlight.
And there were nights when
You stole my breath with
Your words of admiration,
Under full white August
Moon.
And there were times when
We would talk in the lucid
Candelight , the world around
Us just a translucent quiet
Reality.
Nothing could have wavered
My love for you, not the sun,
Not, the rain nor the gossip
That the world spoke when we
Didnt hear.
It was you and it was me and
There was music and poetry.
And always there was the night
Never closing in, just embracing
Emotion.
Where did you go? Why am I
Alone dancing only with the
Stars, which you have long
Forgotten in the midst of your
Anger?
Is it true? That you could not
Love me? I know you could,
I felt it, I tasted it , or was it
Nothing but a sweet dream
That is lost?
When I lost you, I lost me.
Abandoned on a port lost
In trivial seas of bitter sorrow.
Left alone, with no life line
To pull me back.
I pick up the phone to call
But listen only to the empty
Line, empty like my life after
You sailed from my weeping
Arms.
No words come these days ,
No poetry that does not force
Me to shed a tear, for the time
I spent in your precious, dark
Solitude.
