Between silences

Night caves in with an immoderate hate,

Bringing with it the intoxicating draught of deathly gloom

A stifling silence whispers to the flickering flames of a candle shuddering in the first chills of an approaching winter,

In a vague attempt to break the monotony, I open the old yellowing pages of your journal

Running my fingers over the neat faded writing,

Breathing in the effervescence of nostalgia, feeling your touch on the parchment

A queer upsurge of smiles and tears inflames my veins,

And I wish I could recall the galloping chariot of Time,

To return, even if for one brief spell,

To those days whence together we celebrated innocence and an unconditional bond...

If only, I could get the chance to relive those moments...

Your memories exist, in the best part of my life

And yet, I have continued the journey forward to fulfil our parting promise

When with the final kiss of fleeting twilight,

Looking into your eyes, drowning in the unfathomable dreams they held,

I told you that I would keep you alive in the fragrance of my verses

And see, even after all this time, I have kept at it, always and forever...