VERSES IN YOUR EYES

Your eyes speak volumes and their songs are a divine serenade

The silences between us are a sweet echo of things unspoken and unsaid

Upon the sun-warmed beach 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 a chatoyant jewels had glittered with hues of the ocean and water lilies in bloom

Summer turned to fall and 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

The stars dazzled and danced beside the moon

You were coming to make me your bride very soon

The sky had blushed with streaks of coral and peach color

Rouge and fuchsia ribbons whirled when it had almost come to pass a brazen winter

Running my hands on the writing oh so familiar

I delicately folded the fragrant paper

Now, under the spreading branches of a juniper tree stands a mailbox forlorn in the winter's snow

Derelict with a moss covered facade awaiting a letter…a message or even a curio

My dreams, a color of summer violets and forget-me-nots blue

Waits for someone to knock on it to make all their dreams come true

As I hold your old 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.

Pic Courtesy:Image by Alan Frijns from Pixabay

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