Captured by shadows I walk the hallway, cutting through the darkness that hides my treasure. She has waited long. The corridor watches me pass, each door calls me in. Incense of cold jasmine creeps along the walls incessantly, and I can feel her aura. As time walks on our dreams it leaves painful stains on our reality, and if I pause over this dense smoke I feel it sinking me, calling me. If my feet don’t walk with my heart they stop with it. I have returned. O’ where are you? The silence and loneliness haunts me. I sift through dust and web, to the hall. The moonlight dines at the table, alone, waiting eternally for someone. Plates set, seats placed, and the scattered petals of a dead rose that had given up living on her tears. I walk to the window and the moon veils its face to reveal those eastern eyes. Shadows cast and the curtains tremble at its beauty and faint with its cold breathe. Sometimes they reach out to me, like lost souls in search of a guide and sometimes they rest in fleeting vain as though weakened wings of a caged bird. In the courtyard sits that bench. Oh memories of beautiful nights; of heart and soul, and your divine touch, and our intricate dream in your subtle words.
Tonight stars scatter across the cold blue dusk and envy a comet glowing in the distance. Silvery clouds sleep in the lap of a velvety horizon while the moon sails in the vast navy blue sea. Our shadows still walk on sand but they leave no footprints. Our reflections still play with water but they don’t disturb a droplet. Can you hear the echoes? These waves are singing. A touch, a tender kiss, and they rise to the endless sky. Then turning into tears, they sparkle, fall, submerge, and die. Oh why do these waves of melancholy carry your sweet essence? Why can’t the moon smile every night? Why didn’t we wait for the sun to decide the road(s) we would take? Why do eyes make greater promises than words and fail to keep them? Why does loneliness speak when I don’t want it to? Why have I lost myself eternally in you?
