Not dreaming anything tonight,

tired of perambulations I decide.

Just want to sleep in your bed

forgetting every thing except

the starlit sky and cosmic clouds,

from where I and you did descend,

on the wings of a mystery, that still continues.

Your bed is soft,  the best healing spot

I have ever known, in this troubled planet,

I roll on to the soft heat from your body permeates,

and yet again become aware that you are the best thing

that  happened in this wanderer's journeys through moors.

Remember the first time I heard your name whispered,

resounded  within my bone marrow

and wondered about the magic it carries with it.

We walked a million miles in a second,

and crossed a life time in a day sometimes,

we are calibrated in perfect synchronization,

we understand with a smile,with  our souls it  resonates.

The sunset whispers the secret: go in to the light, eternal.