sundarramchand
09-28-2017, 03:36 PM
The colors of twilight
Dear Dad and Mom,
Your absence
Has become an almost palpable presence,
Like a low steady light
That gets me through the night
Which slowly unveils its colors,
With all the romance of blossoming flowers
Rekindling of old romances,
And lovemaking amongst the clash of lances,
Kindled by mysterious glances
Promise of rejuvenation,
And a salutation
To the possibility
Of being young again together
For the first time
Dear Dad and Mom,
Your absence
Has become an almost palpable presence,
Like a low steady light
That gets me through the night
Which slowly unveils its colors,
With all the romance of blossoming flowers
Rekindling of old romances,
And lovemaking amongst the clash of lances,
Kindled by mysterious glances
Promise of rejuvenation,
And a salutation
To the possibility
Of being young again together
For the first time