Can you be my poetry, a verse of fleeting grace,
In the silence between heartbeats, where shadows softly trace?
Let your words be whispers, like a tender, fleeting breeze,
In the quiet moments, where your soul and mine find ease.

Can you be my poetry, a rhythm in the night,
An echo of the longing that dances out of sight?
In every line, a heartbeat, in every pause, a sigh,
Let our dreams be written where the stars are drifting by.

© Ravi Pradhan