Spine against the wall, the head rests on it,
Eyes dart to the window, to the sky of our planet,
I twiddle with my thumbs, as my leg tap dances,
Sitting un-busy, I crave for such chances.
Trapped in the corners where all day I work,
As my workaholic brain toils and jerks,
Not a moment there is for my lips to sigh,
The stress and pressure is already too high.
This is the night I claim as my own,
Deciding to spend it with my heart, all alone,
It's my tryst with those feelings that lurk in the shadows,
As I sit here doing nothing, plucking them from their shallows.
We hardly ever meet, not spending much time,
We love each other, now is that a crime?
Tonight we plan, under the starry sky,
To shed everything, to laugh and to cry.
The moonlit dinner was a lovely affair,
My feelings and I, some sorrow we did share,
The red wine glasses were filled to the brim,
With joy and peace, now the lights became dim.
The mood set in for a dance so slow,
We hugged each other and went with the flow,
I felt so protected, wrapped in their warmth,
They would steer me clear from my heart's violent storms.
The rustling of the leaves and the whistling of the breeze,
Played a soothing ballad, I wanted time to freeze,
We enjoyed and had fun, as every visual we seized,
Such artless moments, why do they ever cease?
Yours poetically,
The Literary Artisan 💖
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