When summer sun bids goodnight
Winged creatures have ceased in flight...
Standing next to a fallen star
Wishing for you to love me...
I looked for you..
in the curve of someone else’s smile...
How does one ignore
The urge to take her hand...
I wonder if God created you first
or the world...
At an early age,
The little boy thought of loving someone...
In a realm where dreams dance in light's embrace,
Desiree dwelled with an enchanting grace...
I do recall your vibrant eyes
And how you framed your lips...
Words hover on trembling lips
While the heart yearns for a love...
I used to whisper my wishes to the moon,
Spoke to her as if her craters were your face...
This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...
I felt the cold of insignificance,
where eyes used to meet...