The Unidentified.

February 11, 2008

The times have moved,

And the sounds of Nature changed,

The silent snow in warmth melted,

And came the thunders and giggling rains.

The ear piercing thunder shocked,

The wind danced her way to cover the face,

Nature celebrated the birth of a new Spring,

As night stretched his might across the lands.

 

Oh’ through everything darkness crept,

The dark clouds stood over like armed guards,

Firing at will lightning and roaring thunders,

Shivering horizons and scaring sleeping crows.

 

The hazy windows stopping the darkness,

As the reflection of the scented candles seen,

Towards the corner of the room when looked,

Upon the couch as clear as a crytal seen,

The image of a beauty I have never seen.

 

A dream or not I know not, shook my head,

Then I can see her smile, as to my eyes she looked,

Its not a dream as the smile I clearly can see,

Slowly I got up but no fear in my mind I felt,

“How did you got in here” with smile back, I asked,

Down first then up to the ceiling she looked,

Again the same question I asked as close to her I moved,

As if to stop me with an eye full of suprise,

She stretched her hands and I stopped,

She looked at the window with her hand stretched,

I did not moved as I stood and admired,

A beauty so perfect, for a long time I just stood.

 

Then the warmth of touch all over me at once I felt,

As I saw her fading slowly as breathless I just stood,

She is gone and the warmth I still felt,

With an aromatic scent filling my room,

Slowly and steadily I went to the sofa she sat,

Sitting where she sat, with all logic I thought,

What was it? I thought and thought and my mind too faded.

 

“Wake up man, wake up now” alarm roared,

And still I felt the wonderful smell she left,

Though my own senses I myslelf disbelieved,

When walking out to my car I noticed,

The old, died out rose thorn with a bud of rose.

 

 

The windows closed as winds helped the lazy hands,

 

Upon your eyes I see hopes,In those hopes every feelings of mine melt,

Though not lost I feel,As deep inside of me blossom images,Of your wonderful smile.