Maple Gloom

I walk alone , the winding path
as one with no one, through the park
Snow flakes fall to father frost's call
and the glow friends dance like fallen stars

The maple leaves ride the moonlight
they share with the tree the summer joy
But never would they have the winter gloom
ironic , how natural human nature is

Beside the maple, on the park bench
she sat with both her hands clenched
The face I've seen a thousand times
for my dream is always the same

A flow of haunting jet black hair
her skin pale and ghostly despair
The eyes of gloom told of bygone bloom
Now and then beneath her eyes
a teardrop turned to ice
Her lips reminiscent of an erstwhile spring
and demeanour that of an eternal autumn

She turned to me, its amazing to see
how the eyes speak to the heart ...

Jeevan

12-12-2003