The Fictions - part III [Moonlight]

The Fictions - Part III [Moonlight]

Something haunting me
Trees bending over
Space created, flowers shrivel up
A cold breeze sweeps up, and in closes the summer hope

Up along the gravel pathway
Kicking stones sideways
Lashing bouts of hurt and memories biting the heart ruthlessly
Atrociously gnawing the exposed bares of the beaten desires

Waging war on the senseless wanderings
The henious designs of the figures in the streets
The harrowing pain, freaking miseries
A silent shrill and a harsh sound in the ears closing in

Nightfall, leaves falling, face drooping, crestfallen
Moonlight casting a shadow on the pathway
My shadow creeping behind me
The full moon is up, looking at me, a thing so enchanting

So mystifying, so refreshing
The cool white face, feelings washed with its innocent grace
A single stream of goodwill, patience and peace
The white curtain falling onto the broken heart
Mending it, stitching it in places

The blood and the white, fusing
A pink romance effusing out
Filling the atmosphere
The reason shed
The emotions changing the colour too

The stones thrown here and there
Now the gravel, has been leveled
Now the path is more concrete
Now the night is free again
Now I see your face again
And now I feel my life again

(8th July, 2011)