Thursday, August 11, 2011

come through to me.



many a time we walked through blue ,

few stones we stepped on were new ,

a distant home we built for two ,

dear , why did you do cease to come through ?



raging winds we fought and grew ,

rain and hail we stood them through ,

a beautiful life filtered in residue ,

dear , why did you cease to come through ?



on the shores we sat and drew ,

castles of sand we built anew ,

seagulls soared and waved to us two ,

dear , why did you cease to come through ?



memories of us still linger in dew ,

from first of touch to last rue ,

all the dreams weft to brew ,

dear , why did you cease to come through ?



and...



now, as you're going away to rest ,

i forever will remain grief's guest ,

so ,let me join you in this quest ,

dear , let me tread this path onto you .



and ,shades of colours once bright ,

now are ambient strains of plight ,

so , let me stay under your sight ,

dear, let me be your shadow for true.



and, seasons no longer change vests ,

as our home forever awaits your a-dress ,

so, let me cross this boundary of flesh ,

Dear , let me come through to you ,thence....

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