Monday, October 24, 2011

Blur


The day is dying out,
Light’s fading,
A sad twilight,
Merging into a sorrowful night,
I feel you all around…
Like a lone traveller,
Guided by the blurred light of a single beacon,
Going towards it,
With every inch I move,
Braving the November mist,
The winter that chills up my bones,
Oh! How I wish, I could just curl,
Up against your strong, warm body,
When time would no longer have any meaning,
Seconds becoming minutes, minutes becoming hours,
As days, might as well, eons, pass by,
Just you and me, our tangled selves…

1 comment:

  1. Love it! My older comment is somehow lost n i m lazy.

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