Captivated by the moment, deny rest and reason
Not until they capsize head over heels
Do they discover that the moon has an orbit
Roses for the Luna - from the stranded shore
Heartbroken by the sky – are calmly kept for the crypt
Like lost souls they wander in the navy blue seas
Their silken moonlight robes drifting and heaving
Mellow harps plucking strings and echoes of times long lost
Crying in the distance, fading in the frost
Its just silence and eyes, dreams and despair
And reminiscence, from where it begins to where it dissolves
Junaid Afghani
