Moon Of Memories Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

Love has flown through these thirsty eyes,
one fine summer night,
for memories have crept into this longing soul,
causing my depths to leap, in a dancing delight,
and give of, what I too have been feeling, all this time.
Your eyes hold the love, from the moon of memories
My eyes hold the longing as the river needs the sea.
Is this the love that brought us here,
To make the song in the night breeze
Is this the lyric that dances with the waves?

At the fall of your breath, a poem, I pen,
At the touch of your lips, a melody escapes.
and the night blushes in this hour of heaven,
for what is love if not the melting of two thirsty souls?

Let us meet then, you and I,
When sunset is spreading its blush on the sky,
Let us find then the garden of roses on the desert sands,
The enchanting moments in the dark, deep night,
that may take you to the rising question,
'Is this called love? '

The flood of light, the song of night,
as wine and rose for two thirsty souls.
The world sleeps so peacefully,
when you and I, are the restless hearts.
O Love, I see heaven in this hour.

Now all that remains are the trails of light,
on the fields of memories where once woke the roses.
Those times that break the sky to falling tears.
From my eyes, a waterfall flows,
Is this called love, that cuts me tonight?
Love me tonight, one more time.

Is this love that calls the winds
to carry our music again,
Is this the whisper that calls the hearts
to be wild again?
For tonight is the night,
when the moon of memories is flooding the light.

My love, You are the poem, I write on the sky,
My love, I am the poem you wrote in your heart.
Tonight is the night when the memories are melting,
in the restless heart again.



.......Jayita Bhattacharjee