As this light streams into my shielded existence
To light up these lines and touch my soul.
I’m reminded of all the lights in past
That have done so before.
The light that scorched my skin, as I sipped melting ice.
The fiery orange haze around which we sang.
And the streaks of rainbows moving across our notes
From the scales we held in our hand.
The lazy and tired rays of sun
Finding their way through December mist
to reach multitude of small droopy eyes
And prayer chanting lips.
The mosaic of lights of shops and streetss
Where the light from the mirror revealed your smile.
The light in my eyes your presence brings.
The faint light of dawn that filled up my mind.
I wish to gather all such light
All the tiny relevant drops
Even irrelevant splashes
To string them into one
Incomplete jewel round the neck
With that last piece , last light missing.
I wonder what it would be like.
Would it be like my first forgotten light
Or will it be the light of your eyes,
That will see me off at the edge.
Where all pains and joys vanish.
Where bodies die and memories die.
And love becomes eternal with fading light.