still remember the night when you called.
Hissing of wind and airplane's roar,
Peeping your love behind your anger,
I've so much in that night to treasure.
Still visualise that small bridge,
beautiful, surrounded by trees,
Narrating the stories of our intimacy,
And longing to see us together again.
Dazzling still, those sparkles of stars,
Still remember the night when you called.
Walking miles with dreams in eyes,
That narrow wall and vivacious talks,
Your falling down and our laugh.
Throwing stone to hit the pole,
simulating as a winner of the whole.
Those admittance to refrain by a closed shave,
Still remember the pace of days.
Sit around a corner and wonder,
Why the love remain ephemeral.
Nights are dark and days are darker,
eyes are vacant and I'm in slammer.
Trying to pick out pieces of heart
Still remember the night when you called.
Still feel the caress in hair,
The tender touch and dissolving fear.
The headache was no longer prevail,
As I had been there to hail.
Come my love to revive my smile,
unable to hold it without you on the other side.
Sinking down with darkness in sight,
Please come back before I die.
Will keep waiting till my next breath passed,
Still remember the night when you called..."
Moon was showering pearls last night. It seems there was a celebration in the sky. And like everyday, ever since you have gone, I missed your presence by my side.
Monday, May 21, 2007
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