In the darkest and deepest
nights,
when loneliness is by my
side,
your thoughts glide in my
mind,
reclaiming me from myself.
I close my eyes,
to wander in dreams with
you beside,
a mirage, an imagination,
accompany me in the
darkest and deepest nights.
My heart cries aloud,
a handful of wishes
spilling out,
leaving traces of
forgotten yestereens,
shadowed in the blankets,
of darkest and deepest
nights.
3 comments:
Oh Vandana.. I have nights like these... they are too sad for me to think of though... ♡
There is a safness in this. Of only being able to see them or be with them in your dreams. It is good that you at least have them there, but I imagine waking to be little fun.
Darkest and deepest nights connotes such anguish - it is good that dreams come to take some of that away ... at least briefly.
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