Sitting in front of a lantern,
like sun in a dawning ambiance,
pondering over the passed by moon,
scrambling and analysing the spilled when was present,
sitting by myside my precious companion,
satin touch enough to make me awake,
forget moon and enjoy the rising sun,
like a firm hull haling me through stroms,
a sheer anchor preventing me from touching the floor,
her mystical glow shinning the way all along,
no joy of life and no fear of death,
wanted to have the moment a perennial flow,
leaving all worries aside,inclined was I,
inclined was she, only declining was the distance,
before those pristine could have brushed mine,
I was awake,I was lone,dream smitten reality bitten.
