Monday, March 16, 2009

Flight plan

A girl, she lit a fire.
In, a pot first and then his heart.
A thought, known and yet not in his mind.
Awakened it did, to your clear almond shaped eyes,
When they blinked with a smile, your SMILE.
Ah! Now, the magic had begun.
One moment, he's looking at you.
The next, you went to sleep.
Oh, what a beautiful moment that was.
Is. Will be.

An artist not, but a painter of art,
To paint a picture as beautiful as you.
In the candle glow, only your color glows.

When broken words became a meaning.
When the world showed some spirit.
When sound became music.
When they both wandered, first in talk and then in eyes.
When the dawn echoed the long night,
A night, which did not want to know the day.
When stars woke the dark night.
Only to see a few moments of twinkling eyes.
A sin beyond hell.
Again.

He carries his destiny in his eyes.
Not to know where the tomorrow lies.
Or what the yesterday has lead into.
Today’s the light, the shining one.
Silent whispers light it.
Sleepy yawns turning into laughter, brightens it.
But one had to fly away,
So did the other.
A sea in between, all to swim,
For her. For life. For them.

3 comments:

The Munn-key. said...

:)

In a weird way, I suppose we're all in the same boat one way or the other.

Anonymous said...

its a boat full of a lot of people, if you will! :)

The Munn-key. said...

absolutely... =)