Breathless, the late dawn
Touches the stillness of windowpanes,
While cat lies, gently resting on the lawn.
The leaf withered, floats in shallow pond to die.
Herds of orange clouds spread
Their dreamy fingers across the sky.

Everything was as it should have been.
You were here (then and now) with me.
And then, the breathless day was suddenly set
And about to finish its perpetual journey.

Now, the footfalls echo through the empty apartment,
Playing the fake tune of here and always.
What was once young at bloom now lies
Trampled by the time hurried in its eternal chase.

Sitting at this limbo between summer and winter,
The crossroads of midnight and noon,
I behold the sky full of sun turn grey-
The silent reproach below the pale moon.

Then and there, the tempest, resource deified,
Attacks my solitude- and blows away the crust
That once, I think, beat as my heart,
Blows away the memories woven with rust,
And finally is breathless at dawn,
Watching as we slowly turn into dust.