it's long time now
all the poems,
the words, the phrases,
has left me.....
like the northern lights
leaves her dreamy relm
in the hands of the gloomy sun
on the break of summer
as the snow geese return
to break in into her silent quarters
like a rude cracker
at midnight
and we wake up
from an eternal slumber
into a loud life......
it's long time now...
when we woke up
trying to adapt.... to live....
to compromise.........
to accept the demise
of dreams.... (they seemed true!!!)
to stop loving....
forgetting to look at our own eyes.........
days passed... years.....
they remained unseen...
until your eyes spoke.........
