Thursday, March 23, 2006

Sunrise

Wisps of smoke make their way to the skies above
Our eyes meet for a fleeting glance
A smile, a pause, a wave of wand

Built walls that we could not scale
Words that shouldnt have been uttered
Promises never meant to be broken

Sights and sounds still afresh
All encompassing warmth
Memories to take to the grave

An instant? Two years? A lifetime?
Always remembered, never forgotten
Will the sun ever rise?

1 comment:

Nithya said...

Good

Try a lil rhyming sometime...
It'll make it all the more better...