Parting

The red sun yielded to evening, How should I spell out your parting? The dark looked light fair when you were, Bright days now look like nights darkling. Imprints of your presence so rare Carved is in heart, all your being, Your absence would strike like lightning, Pen on paper words feel wanting. Emptiness peeping from rear view From bike's backseat when I see you, Fresh green blossoms from nowhere beam, And now with then analysing, Wonder if my life's swan could swim, All frozen thoughts should start melting. ________________________________________ Musings | 06.12.2017 |