My dream still sits on the last bench,
From where two pairs of eyes,
Placed far away from each other,
Stared for hours,
Longing to be together.
What was love …
Those innocent eyes were far from aware of.
Yet love was what dribbled from there.
Meekly goes hazy all;
Forcing one pair of eyes,
To quest for the other,
In the digs of darkness.
Darkness grows deeper and deeper,
Diluting the other pair;
With the clock striking the early rays;
Into the light of actuality.
For the second time,
Light fades away,
To the dim,
Leaving …
My dream, yet again, on the last bench …
For one more glimpse.
