As you slip into the realm of dreams,
Nocturnal butterflies arouse flowers.
Unable to bear the ardour of winged lovers the night faints.
The last hours of the night haunt me like a ghost.
I write your name on rose petals made even more crimson by the absence of light

I am watching you from my seat next to the fireplace;
Your restless eyelids…
The crackling flames seem to compete for my attention
As I gaze upon your form…
As I undress you with my eyes.

The clock moves its arms in silence
And the shadows of the night create paintings on the wall.
The divine white flowers of the dark world outside my window
Urge me to reach out and touch you.
They whisper…and my heart whispers back!

The warmth of the flames create bridges of soft light between us.
Maybe it's time…
Maybe it's time to wake you up with my lips -
To lift you from the depths of a lake in some fantastic dreamscape
And give you the gift of life.

As I near you,
My eyes trace the shape of your lips-
Faint yet alluring,
Even in this cruel gloom.

 © Nikesh Murali

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