distances which speak,
of minds which never met,
posing for the world,
customary and yet
we seal the fate of hearts
in molded nimbleness,
amidst world's curious eyes,
exploring restlessness
and as torrents of time,
shall wash upon our being,
we sail a wayward tide,
but into stranger seas
to dream a poet's day,
and wake a lover's night,
breathe in a halo pale,
perhaps a transient sign
hinting a life of dreams,
bestowed upon our souls,
we walk eternity,
all so unexplored.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
distances which speak,
of minds which never met,
posing for the world,
customary and yet
we seal the fate of hearts
in molded nimbleness,
amidst world's curious eyes,
exploring restlessness
and as torrents of time,
shall wash upon our being,
we sail a wayward tide,
but into stranger seas
to dream a poet's day,
and wake a lover's night,
breathe in a halo pale,
perhaps a transient sign
hinting a life of dreams,
bestowed upon our souls,
we walk eternity,
all so unexplored.
