As twilight stretches her tired self
Your words glow
Untangling the dark web
Of frozen gestures–
I know we shall not any more
Let wild whispers grow
On the crowded stage
Of other people’s tableaux–
Your scent clings to my breath
Wherever I go–
It’s time to shut the door
On memories of April’s lost embrace
When angry words broke on our shore
Leaving us stranded on an island
Wreathed in smokeless silence.
Deep emotions expressed with perfect precision. An excellent poem by a great poet indeed!
Thank you very much,dear Vatsala.
A poignant work wreathed in ineluctable sadness.
Thank you,Louis.
Beautiful imagery…..heart touching……excellent work.
Thank you very much,Alok.