Must be passing
Through her loose
Hair..
The stream that
Must have flowed
After caressing her
Gentle feet..
This feeling of
Breathing under the
Same sky as her.
Feeling constantly
Her whispers in my
Ears-
I paint her with my
Fascination in the
Eye of my mind.
I adorn her with
Stardust in my heart.
The artist I wanna
Become, what a
Feast, she is to my
Rose-scented desires.
Lost in the maze
Of swirling starlight.
Dumb struck and
Humble..
Ohh! How astray
I am on my own
Definitive paths.
I know the birds
In the sky, give no
Damn about me but
How good it feels to
Say to myself-
They might be
Carrying the songs
She has sung,
Why else would they
Chirp so good in
A place where I
Happily reside?