Slumber

Slumber


Oft when slumber a pleasant recluse
And this vacantness be mine,
Nor shall the comfort of hope prevail
That one wish that be you undone.

These words the only comfort
Eyes closed shut and all their light
The lost perfume in the maze of smells,
How real can this dream get

Oh I long for those tender looks
Soulful embrace, joyful those moments
The lifeless soul that left behind
But even death does not overcome

Blow ye away, the year bygone
Usher in new hopes yet to come
For lost yet all not lost
And to have loved the greatest victory of all

This moment of pain, unbearable agony
Her lost voice ringing upon the ears
And ask ye myself bout love
For was all but pain but a moment bygone

But aren`t they thorns in roses to,
And was it not cold and dark before the sunrise too,
Carry ye this year, all this pain laden grief,
Bring me o` new year, the love of my loved one.

© 2006 T.Prabhakar. All Rights Reserved.