Gently the dawn kisses you awake,
your dreams, your illusions,
faithful steeds in night’s adventure,
lovely one
look for a new playmate.
As for me it’s as if
I’ve never slept
looking at you,
all through the night;
the very colourful coherence
in my otherwise drab existence.
Reaching out as always
I take your hand
Do you remember
the first time
I did it?
The morning glory,
the koel’s strident serenading
your breath soft on my cheek
your hand in mine.
A mirage.
I see a part of me lost in you
a stranger to me,
youthful vigour, blameless smile,
as your eyes view the new dawn
so very naive,
a new age beckons.
As for me,
familiar dimensions
taken for granted.
When I love you
my little child
the cycle completes;
the ancient mystic
game of tag,
the rendering of passions
unkindled.