Life's most treasured gift, your words echoing
Silence of lifetimes lost and yet to come; these
And more, I will steal again and again from this earth
But tell me, how will I find my way back to the ground
From these clouds you had led me to?
Love, the most lonely of all words, comes and goes
Neither completes the slow-kill it is mandated to do
Nor bathes me in mists of moments I dreamed up
Lying there under the stars, holding your hand
Minute after minute, pours hot coals of thwarted trust
Laughs at heavens' sacred stardust, my vermillion dusk
I ask for your hand to hold me through the mist
But can memories bring me those rainbow ladders
to step back from cotton clouds of mirth and misery?
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