A phantom tryst

Walking towards you
A silent afternoon
Sleeping dogs on footpaths
Mellow sunshine
And a pounding beat
Inside this nonchalant seeming cage.

 

You step aside
The light in your eyes
Burning just as bright.
as in those lost yesterdays
Giving me the way
And then moving quietly away.

And I make up these moments
Giving you recurrent chances
Losing my sleep but still blissful
revolving again in the same groove.

One day you will step forward
And change the fate of these dreams.

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Reviews

[Siddhartha]

This seems like a dream from which one won't want to be woken up. A phantom tryst it is and yet feels all flesh and blood. is magical, enchanting and enthralling. I love the color scheme too - Pablo Neruda always wrote in green ink 'cause he felt it to be the color of hope. Couldn't agree more.

[BlackCl0ud]

This is a poem I had to read a few times over to get every detail and description. Excellent comparions with the imagery and the few rhymes are just enough, great write. ~ BlackCl0ud

[piggy]

plays like a cracked record.

no vim, no vigour.

may as well sit there an let life pass you by then, don't get blistered in the sun will you cause its hot out there on that dusty road you insist on traveling