In the surreal realms of hazy dreams
Forged with lost faith where she cradles your faded memories
Along the flow of the wild streams
Cold with obstinacy where all the hopes freeze
Across the meadows of nostalgia from where the horizon stretches afar
Misted amid the blue dews, is where you are…
On the yellowed pages of a memoir
Faded with tear stains where the words speak of you
In a lone piano’s dusty melody lore…
Adorned with her voice…a lullaby gives the clue….
On a cold moonless night when the world is lit by the stars
Obfuscated by the dark clouds, is where you are….
Among the fallen leaves of a distant Autumn
Strewn is a path with wild petals…as she solicitously removes the last thorn…
The rustling of the dry leaves makes her look up…only to see the wind isn’t calm
And your absence once again leaves her forlorn.
Among those petals when she at last falls into a restless slumber…
She keeps the door of your dreams ajar,
While whistling with the breeze through the pines…is where you are…
On the shore of an ethereal calm sea
Washed by the rhythmic waves when her soul revives
Beneath the cool shade of the palm leaves
Breathing in the tropical breeze her frail heart thrives…
Towards the shining golden horizon, as the sun is about to set…
Her eyes still search for your face…your arrival she still awaits…
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