Resurface

Under starlit skies and a lousy moon,
we weaved dreams as a present
for our tiny future world.
Yet, the kaleidoscopic breaths
spoke of unsure
consciences' doubts
that the journey may not kiss
the eternity bliss.

And in no time,
destiny flung you away
from my mortal reaches.
I wondered and pondered,
cried for days and nights,
but to no avail.
You were gone forever.

I walk the garden paths
where we used to pass by
hand in hand,
with your peck on my cheek.
But today, I find 
dead butterflies and tulips,
greyish winds of gloom,
and some rotten memories there.

Days and nights run their course.
But my soul is still etched
in the wonders of our past.
And so when your thoughts resurface,
I stand at the rooftops
and stare at the brightest twinkle,
with a belief that you're
with me, forever.

C Kumar