HER NAME

 

When the sun sets, beyond the dark hills

And the moon smiles amidst the stars,

I can see her pretty face

Smiling at me few yards apart.

Her blonde locks, like cobwebs on trees

And her deep eyes, with an azure hue,

The mesmerizing smile of her pink lips

Enough to make all the false, seem true.

Gradually she walks, closer to me

And I feel the breeze, hitting on my face,

Her fragrance dissolving all around

And surrounding me in her solemn grace.

She stops very near and looks

Straight into my garrulous eyes,

And quietens all noise inside my soul

As if I she knows me so nice.

Neither of us, do speak a word

But we talk a lot through sight,

Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry

Or sometimes indulge in fights.

As the night comes, and the moon rushes in hurry

 Suddenly she wishes to leave,

All I could say is a mere goodbye

But in my thoughts, I do embellish.

I get weird dreams, of her and of me

Walking past hand in hand,

And getting lost in the wide meadows

Or drowning in time's quicksand.

My good mind says that perhaps I am

Madly in love with her,

But reality says that's no true

As none ever comes so far.

But you know, my friend, our mind is a fool

And so simple it tries to be,

Perhaps I have been schizophrenic

But my mind said, she exists.

Perhaps in the multiverse of life

In some verse, she is versed with mine,

Or maybe I am locked in my thoughts

And frozen by the curse of time.

When I write about her, I describe so well

But a pronoun can't bear all the fame,

So the next time, if I meet her someday

I will surely ask her name.

- Lucifer