Look!
There
is love.
Standing
on bended knees,
It
calls us children,
For
it is under the fire that we sing.
When
dusk is mint and scent,
Shadows
foray in the darkness
Briefly
we meet,
Under
mats filled with stories and hope.
The
moon above
But
there is no one but us,
Under
this conversation in space,
The
moon dimly sets,
On
eyes that glittered free.
Your
beautiful moonlight smile
We
walked in the timid darkness
Hands
searching for the hearts that came
“Carry
me” you whispered
Away
from the familiar daze
In
my arms, love felt its familiar gaze.
Morning
was beautiful
For
it brought the railings
To
think that in all that war
You
chose a warrior like me
The
irony of love
Norah
I
was afraid
Of
the rising chaos
Of
my war torn self
So
I walked away
I
walked till I felt the wound
Of
loosing you under a thousand moonlights
For
you were the one
In
every way
Even
if you are the one that got away.