A night when nothing happened ...

Candid poses from
the breeze
And hushed whispers from
the trees

Dance of stillness by the black sky

and misty-hue of Blue filters
to my thoughts that fly

Wading post-stops
to the imagery of the misty music
All in a dream,
the haphazard bouts of reality

Running leaves not stopping
to fly with blurring ease, not even
afraid to die

The mind and heart
stoned in sin
pitch black outside,
pitch black within

A naive melody with words
and the rustle of hymn
that doesn't die

A fickle fantasy of
celebration and the spell
grows larger inside

The canvas is across the room
and curved in through the roof

The paint is smudged beyond

recollection and memories

are but proofs

The tiny droplets still trickling

from the thirsty brush

were the last resonance

of the love I dipped in from you

And I keep staring at the
spot and nothing happens
And I keep staring at the dots,
nothing happens

Two unavenged entities in one keep
stuck in a hourglass of time

...as through the summer and

the fall, we had each other

and that was all .