Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Sky High.


Sky High.      




Quietness,
realms of cloud,
nimbus accumulus or
thinner vapours, wisps
of oxygen scarce cotton
filling my eyes with tears,
for the silence created without you.
Did the love we make ever die ?
Not from my side, nor belief
of where we both had come.
Dignity will keep me alive
though days are following
nights of empty promise.
slowly fades your
memory.
Weeping,
has no end,
where nothing else
shall comfort me again,
the way I'd feel, in your arms.