Your eyes speak volumes and your songs are a divine serenade
The silences between us are a sweet echo of things unspoken and unsaid
Upon the sun-warmed beaches we had built sandcastles, courtyards, turrets and towers
Snapshots are in frames as we picked seashells or in the sand, carved our names with flowers
Swathed in silks my hair had shimmered like diaphanous pixie wings under the autumn moon
Your eyes radiant like chatoyant jewels had glittered with hues of the ocean and water lilies in bloom
Summer had turned to fall and then to frigid winter
There arrived one fine day, your much awaited letter:
Saying, let me be your wishing star and a safe harbor
Herein I will moor my ship dropping my anchor
If my world was a palette of paint, you are the blue of my sky
The red of my hopes, the gold of my sunshine and green of my joy
As I read your words the stars dazzled and danced beside the moon
You were coming to make me your bride very soon
The dawn sky had blushed with streaks of coral and a soft peach color
Rouge and fuchsia ribbons whirled when my heart had come to pass a brazen winter
Running my hands on the writing oh so familiar
I delicately folded the lavender fragrant paper...
Spring is emerging and under the spreading branches of the juniper tree stands a mailbox forlorn in the melting snow
Derelict with a moss covered facade awaiting your letter…a message or even a curio
My dreams, once a color of summer violets and forget-me-nots blue
Waits for someone to knock on its door to make them all come true
As I hold your last letter between the strings of my heart
Deafening quiet about this quaint unfinished little story is only a start
From a long forgotten sliver of time, a tiny vault of memory whispers a strain of melody
An unwritten tale, an unsung song or a heartfelt poetry
Whilst now caged in this monochrome, cheerless taupe world bland
Once upon a time we had created stripes and swirls of a rainbow wonderland
Lost echoes still reverberate in the silence of the dusky skies
Long shadows abound, some dreams were buried for your futile pretty little lies.
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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