Tears gushed in warm streams
And puddled on the open book,
I felt the evening scurry into the
Dark cave of night.
I tried to grasp a handful of sunlight
And place it upon the puffed out candle
As the sun appeared to self-destruct
In the wake of our widening distance.
Pain melted like icicles,
Waters moved, colours returned
To the wishy-washy groove
Recovering from a harsh winter.
I never felt lonely under the shade
Of your affection, lest your absence
Was announced, and the bridge
Of silence shuddered by your whines.
Believe me the curtains would never
Fall on this play, the song will never die
And I shall never quit the stage lest
The heavens conspire.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-warm-poem/
