Your midnight hair has streaks of grey and white
And mine evokes pure nostalgic delight
But face to face, I ask myself and you
How really far are we from where we were?
For what we thought we lost was always there
In that rush of madness the sane call love
And though we chose to chase our different dreams
Under alien skies, down difficult ways
Branching out in that bitter mist-drenched dawn
Touching lines on a railway map, surprised
At the weird lines on our tired palms
Bringing us to this moonlit beach tonight.
What awkwardness we may have shared before
Dissolves in the glow of your tender, trusting gaze
The welcoming warmth of your fond embrace
Your slender fingers stroking my weathered face.
I love this ageing romance – simply beautiful Vijay.
Thank you so much,Elizabeth.
Such warmth of slender touch in truth love awakes! <3
Thank you ,Tapeshwar, for your discerning comment.
growing in love is a special blessing in life.. we smile at the foolishness done in the past .. and we see ourselves and each other in a better light.. beyond the physical presence we gain a presence which is more real.. and indeed warm .. beautiful poem 🙂
Thank you so much, Sarala.
Aging gracefully in love, perhaps the best feelings and gives an eternal joy. Fabulous write Vijay Sir
Thank you,Maaya Dev.