In the still night air
With no hope or flair,
I imagine your shadow
Long and narrow
Like this pain
That devours, All
And, I feel so sad
And small,
Like the asterisk
Of a love, transfixed
That does not light up
At all.
And then,
I feel your lingering call!
Although I know, it's over
And that it was not love at all,
I think I must have dreamt it
One sad and sleepless night,
Listening, to an Owl's call,
When Stars were bright
The Moon in sight
And Love, played
Hallucinating, mirages
With my Soul.
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You write with eloquence with just the right image details and a mix of both the sensual and the ethereal... even while you are writing about heartache, your tone is still uplifting; if I write about sadness, it just makes me sad. Sometimes I wish I can write occasionally in your style rather than the compact, austere, often bleak form that I'm used to. Thank you for sharing your poem.