Monday, December 28, 2009

Night on the eve of xmas...

At night, on the eve of xmas
I look into the eyes of the sky,
And thrust into an orphan’s embrace,
In kingdoms lost and unforeseen,
Skirting the shorelines of memory,
To the early footsteps of a painful path,
From the light of hope to murky gloom,
Words that reverberated like ship-bells,
Distant wisps on a fog-laden sea,
Tendrils of a transition there to present,
Flood like silent water cascades…
At night, on the eve of xmas,
It returns as it always was… always been,
Hanging there again for me to see,
Slowly from behind long drawn shades,
The coda of our unfinished symphony,
Always returning,
At night, on the eve of xmas.

1 comment:

  1. Hmm... any more nice xmas-themed poems in d oven? ;D