Silent afternoons,
your words echoing in my mind
strange feelings are homies to heart now.
You were an unknown face...
you still are,
but your aura feels familiar from ages
as if I was meant to discern it,
as if I was in history with you,
on old dusty pages.
Enthralling voice of yours
like gentle breeze,
when enters my conscious calms all whizzing thoughts I have about you. How subtly you've become
center to my imagination...
how easily I frame stories of
'me and you'.

All these feelings I'm having now
will they ever reach through?
Darling please come find me
till then I'll be dancing softly,
far in woods,
listening melodies that sing
of you.

© nids_09

|28/12/2021|
[cover image credits to the rightful owner]