Lists

Where does one begin and the universe end;

When is it right to call sunrays as moonlight?

Dear stranger, as such 

How did you lose keys to my door?

Questions rowed on empty rivers in spate 

Crossed deltas of verdant jasmine dreams 

Sometimes they slept on cold floors of reality 

And waking up to clock-timed finity 

made love to all questions lying around

At nights they saw you tinkling above 

And wondered if your world was as stark as this 

But then daylight brought its mirrors, echoes;

Shopping lists, bucket lists, lists, always lists.

Dear stranger, where did you lose,

That list of things to make you mine?