What would it be like..
To live in a dream?
To walk barefoot
Among shadows
From citrus morning
To smoky dusk...
And to dissolve
At the turn of a day.
No looking back,
No good byes.
To just be
The carefree song
Of a gypsy night.
A browning journal
With no "To do list"
Or "Places you must see".
Just a few scribblings..
Found and lost
Along the way.
What would it be like
To wait on the horizon
In an illusion
A dear lie...
Forever.
And be forgiven.
To slip away unnoticed
Behind the clouds...
No more promises
And all wishes resigned.
(c)Ankur Srivastava
