#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee
It is for you I sat near the maple tree -
until the last cementing pieces of Ice fall from above and splashed :
Splashed again as water for getting into that everbreaking cycle
It is for you I spend hours in the moonlight , looking at the misty moon of the sky for getting this silvery light
After blunting my sharp eargerness to see you and releasing my longingness spreading into the wandering cold breeze !
It is for you i imprint the images of trees into my heart in every moonlit night;
where darkness seems awaiting outside the door yearning for the signals of its turn to enter !
It is for you I admire this sparkling stars along with the moon, as night's share !
Considering them as lamps glisten in the courtyard of the night's flair
It is for you i drenched my rolling eyes expecting your footsteps in the slippery lane above the distruptable Ice pieces,
while seeing someone making a coching walk through it unawefully dreaming something void expectedly,
It is for you l treasure my pampering thoughts carefully staring at the farthest horizon when a group of bats fly gregariously moving above for food;
In between hearing their cry of mammalic saffocation by making a plight with patagium over the avian ballads !
It is for you I redeem my strength of tolerence awkwardly slipping into fear in darkness -
when the owls channels their cries merely for permeating their presence unknowingly stickering to the dieing myths !
It is for you I...