You Have Turned Off The Light Poem by Doris Cornago

Walking through life means

stepping into potholes

Unglamorous pauses from

unaccountable losses...


Riding tandem with you

in blistering pace amidst

drizzles reminds me of whistles

in the middle of a dream...


You are not what you are

when you speak of schemes

you seem like an old man but

when you ride, you are so wild...


Walking, riding, dreaming

are parts of one lifetime

lapses in one moment can cause

morbidity, undue deferment...


You are so cold and I am so warm

my tea has spilled from the cup

and I can't see the colors of love

because you have turned off the light...