Shooting Star (maybe a prose never a poem 3)

I found you once upon a time

inside a beautiful wilderness,

alone…faceless…

where the pensive, solemn, penitent man in you

had been reflected through 

those haunting peaks and valleys.

Then I came to witness 

the spring up of a galaxy

which cast glows from beneath each rhapsody

where sentences after sentences 

laced within your exquisite mind

began encircling me 

like pearls in the sky.

—

In the quiet of the night

the brightest of them all shoots by,

taking my breath away

till all of its flames burn out.

—

Heartened by an affection

this memory will bless

I take your hand so on my lips it’ll rest,

that I may feel its warmth against my cheek,

while I close my eyes

knowing fully 

there can never be a prose

nor a poem nor a song

that could breed words 

for the way I have loved.

 

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-geena, january 2016