Gazing into your world
  I see the sunrise in your
     lovely & ornate blue eyes

As the power of the moon
  controls tides, you pull me
     deeply within your soul

Our connections forever
  remain R A P T U R E D
     in a compelling enigma

Unexplainable like and
  X-File episode, yet our
     attractions are seamless

U blanketed in my arms
  reveals a confidence and
     soberly tempered peace.

.......
In the bend of my road
That way offshore
Call me with my old name
What song I sing for her

Someday in some moments
Did I leave something!
In this dusts of the way
Maybe in the monsoon of May
Or my empty way can say!

What that I couldn't understand
Wanted to understand
How all is lost
In the wheels of time
And why today all those
Cast me

I'm a tired traveler
Sitting in the shade of shadow
At the time of sunset in the meadow
What causes of an illusion!

What I have lost
Behind the mind
Does she come back certainly!
In that lost obsessed path!

I think the day has turned
Lost in the bend of road
Maybe taken the new way
In the bend of the road
.....
@Musfiq us shaleheen

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I stood at the gate
and was shocked to find
the clasp unfastened

It swung freely on its hinges
as if it had not a care
to whom might enter or leave

I looked out towards the horizon
across the wintered over field,
a stark white landscape

I saw nothing but barren trees with
twisted branches creaking,
silhouettes reaching on an opaque sky

I felt scared and nervous, what
would happen now that the entryway
to my life had been left open

Then I felt someone take my hand,
and looking to my right, there you were,
smiling a sunrise on my face

The day began to sing
in sweet breezes, soft on my skin,
gathering warmly in my heart

So I pulled the gate closed,
secured it tightly and felt the first
hint of spring in your kiss

Dreams are made of chocolate huts
With burgundy windows, cherry **** doors
Sweet icing on cream layered roofs
Almond -walnut -caramel floors

Dreams are made of iris and jasmine 
Jacarandas lined in purple rows
Tree blossoms in clustered cobs
Petals that dance like a ballerina's toes

Dreams are made of fern green forests
Oakwood trees  that cast a spell 
A  gossamer web of magic and charm
The music of clinking coins in a wishing well

Dreams are made of cerulean skies
Contrails of clouds in ivory snow
Violet mystic misty mountains
A  tangerine orb riding a rainbow

Dreams are made of romance laced nights
A golden peach vanilla moon
Venus lighting, igniting,love's fire
The silhouette  of love in rain soaked June

Dreams are made of turquoise seas
Calm waters stroked by gentle waves
Or enticed by the charm of a midsummer night
Waters that heavenly Cynthia craves

Dreams are made of silk and satin
Dappled with reds, greens and blues
But the dreams that I love to dream the most
Are all the dreams made of you

My minds eye is making a film,
It begins with you
Making a debut

Your velvet like skin
It makes me grin
I am in a spin

I see you *******,
I embrace every curve
Your arms so strong
I take a detour
Imagining
The strength
As you bend me over
In front of you
Pulling me closer
And its sends
Shivers through me
Prickling every part

Butterflies fluttering
So high
You make me so shy

The film continues; our eyes
They collide
My eyes glide,
Gliding down
Slowly
Over
Every part
My heart
Stop, starts

They meet again
Our eyes
The passion in you is sea blue
Its see through
Excite me from within
You radiate
Pure passion
Its unexplainable
So sweet

My mind,
Takes hold,
cant breath
I watch you bathe
Watching all of you
Taking in
Your sparkling skin

Sparkles as bright as your eyes
Shining
even in the darkest night.

You give me your hand
Lead me in
I slide so high
With you
Our fireworks;
They begin

Insomnia in a serving,
I have it with a head full of thoughts.
Ready pen in hand,
contemplating where they should land.

Caffeine in a gulp,
unruly chatter in the background as soundtrack.
Landing words haphazardly in ink...
Scrawls and scribbles of what I think.

Coffee breath in a cup...
A delectable complement
to a favoured pastime.
Enjoying this very moment,
as I jot down this last flavoured rhyme.