1 Dec 2009
Garden of Dreams
on this path
strewn with his dreams
her nimble feet danced
with steps soft
deluge of joy
rained from the heaven
soaking the lonely heart
in boundless love
rapt with glee
the soul heard life speak
the promise of bliss
in whispers mute
clasp of hands
was a walk on clouds
a life so rich before
never he felt
eyes so serene
and face most beautiful
no music more melodious
than her laughter
soul a fragment
blessed by her glances
and her silken touch
made now complete
the ecstatic soul
drunk to absolute brim
with her words most sweet
indeed, most sweet
lush with blooms
was the garden of dreams
and he knew no world
else than her
odes to love
that defied the world
sang the fleeting time
and ceased quite
fate most vile
and a god utterly mean
alas! helpless he watched
plunder of dreams
tears in eyes
agony in the broken heart
pain extreme shall haunt
every moment hence
who would believe
here was a precious garden
that now is barren dust
with memories yet
hapless the soul
longing for hers, with
pangs of the aching heart
aflame in love
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