My beloved,
How am I not to ask for your presence when nature itself is singing your name?
The soft sunset colours are reminding me of your delightful smile, and the warm breeze that brings peace to my disturbed mind is adorned with your sweet scent.
My beloved,
How am I not to crave the sound of your voice, when even the birds singing and dancing around me do not compare to you?
My beloved,
How am I not to miss your embrace, when even the sun meets the moon once a day?
How am I not to be envious of them, when we rest under the same shy sky but do not meet?
My beloved,
I'm the middle of a meadow, where the tall grass is caressing my skin under the watchful moon.
I thought I was alone and yet I feel you near!
Am I fantasizing my beloved, or are you really here?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
PoetryYes, words sometimes do matter more than actions! A book full of whispered words under the cloak of darkness. Poetry woven with the scent of my soul.
