In the realm where the sun’s chariot descends,
Under a sky of melancholy blends,
Raindrops dance like a symphony in play,
As my love, in slumber, finds her stay.
Her feet on mine, a sweet surrender,
A silent tale of love we render.
In dreams, she swims through the starless night,
In the sea of love, oh, what a sight!
I yearn for the window, the world in sight,
To read tales of those in the grey twilight.
They swim through the day, in the moist light’s haze,
A dance in the rain, in the world’s wide maze.
But I dare not move, dare not break the spell,
In this silent moment, we both dwell.
Though my feet are numb, lost in time,
In the sweet pressure of love’s sublime.
Ink And Reason 