Bits and pieces
The alms you give to her
Soundless words treasured
An invisible touch carries her through
They lay by the river
Faraway music lulls their sense of security
Distance and solitude
The gulls circles over head
In a sea of artificial light
The black streak through the night
The black night
Through the gardens
Their sacred places
Branches bend to embrace the lovers
Krishna and Radha prepared dinner for the lovers this night
They knew that memories were being made
Precious and not easily forgotten
They knew they must nourish our lovers
For their night would be full
And sleep would not come easily
Behold with a flaunting awe
Fables become true
They make believe with a tinted glass
Their some and much forever lasts
Maybe what is will be
A faceless face, at last I see
Mountains sigh at their summits
And still they smile
Licking sweet death from their lips
She can taste your kisses
Breaking your soul in hers
Yours in mine
Old soul our soul
Blending infinitely
All ways
Will always keep us one
That no distance
Can diminish
Just as I had found the chord deep within nothing
Was it merely odd coincidence that it flowed right through my soul
Chilling me with it’s awareness
Shocking me with sudden presence
At that moment electrified
Or like forgotten lyres
Whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last
Tread softly my King
Because you tread on my dreams
