My eyes fill shut with stray memories
And sleep slips out like a tear
Your laughter dances like moonlit dust
Around my carven ears
I feel no weight on my outstretch'd arm
Nor the softness of your cheek
My breath trips out haltingly
In search of the lips it seeks
Dreams! Ah Dreams! They prance about
In sounds and song and hues
But there is no sleep in the silent keep
Save the whispers of patient eyes
While I am here, and you yearn there
I shall live out this bittersweet fare
And to pass the night of every day
I shall lie and wait it away
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Hmmm!! New genre of poetry stems from the master, huh!
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