when the roads,
streets and trees of the,
city are asleep,
i am with empty arms,
before the silence of my room,
and waiting with constant stare,
on drowsy lcd of my pc,
with my vestigue wings,
wanting to fly some island,
with mine scleroftic heart,
kisses and hugs soaring in thoughts,
and floating on the sea of,
visionary bands of love,
i see white doves coming down, from higher clouds,
and the moon hiding behind pieces of clouds with circled hollow of brighteness,
nights are not always dressed,
with kindness,
and fragrance of jasmines,
not always mine,
untill dreams are real,
and getting bliss of life..
Rafique Farooqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-in-wings/
