The weary
days end with a view
Where, twilight
stars paint the sky like her face,
Carpeted
with irresistible buds of beauty;
It unveils
the best time from his lonesome highways
To cushions his soul to fall in a
beautiful dream.
A buzz or a
beep on the phone is a cue,
That his
heart is suddenly in an unusual pace,
Where joy finds
its way to his heart to bury-
The murky
tune of his lonely Fridays;
‘Cause a
message from her is a zingy theme.
It was a
dead room then, now anew,
His fingers,
they run through the keys,
Delightedly
creating an arpeggio;
To his heart beats and a melody,
While he
laughs, giggles and smiles;
All abound
with joy.
On the wall,
the clock ticks in harmonic rhythm,
And on his
face, a joyous smile sparkles,
As he paints
her lovely serene face in his mind,
And lays down
for a journey unto haven,
Yet, to unknown
and afar in his dreams!
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