It’s a night as dark as the other side of the moon,
A night of remembrance,
The mind reaches, feels its way into the palette of veiled memories
It glides through and touches the membrane of lost time,
Time and again the mind meddles with your words
The first few moments, looking into your eyes, and looking away,
As your gaze tugged at my heart strings,
Grazing on the lawn of those memories,
Absorbing the depths of those eyes,
The words that past your lips,
The many smiles, each speaking a tongue of its own,
Your many overlaying Shades and intertwined layers,
Unknown to you, Enticed I was pulled into your vast free ecstatic world,
The wholesomeness of your laughter,
Its sound playing giddy music to my heart,
My senses tingle and shiver as sweet torment sweeps over me,
Filling the soul with enrapturing pain of longing,
As your mind, meant to ride on the high tides,
Has past by me, bereft me of your essence,
Your soul probing and unraveling the mysteries of your world,
You are on your self-mapped voyage,
Its past midnight, I stand by the shore,
Hoping the waves and the sultry wind carry the sound of my heartbeats,
The sound of tender whispers, will they touch your soul?
Will you turn back and let your eyes speak to me?
Will you string my soul to yours, befriend it?
Seal the bond of friendship with a smile,
A smile that speaks the language of eternal pure bonds.