No longer my own

My dreams are no longer my own

Like me as a part of you

me and you walking down on roads of love

A bunch of yours and mine few

And we smile recalling the meadows on other end of country

which we have crossed years ago

Now our island is in middle of sea

memories travelling down with river flow

And here we are holding hands in hand

To dream and dream together

The pages turning and being read with time

Of a story to be written for ever..