Her

A time in the past when I knew her. I didn't realize, this bliss wouldn't last. Now her memory fades, a childish smile on thin lips, soft. With time, her visions cascade, except dark eyes, which left me, forever lost. But, a moonlit night is her, a bed of white tulips, is her. Warmth of a winter sun, is her. Silk against my skin, is her. Mandolins that sing, her. An innonence laughing, her. Earth's aroma, of first rains, is her. Morning dew, glistening tears, her. I dream, it's her. My beating heart, is hers. (c)Mehraj 2009