Ice melts in a clear green lake
Drop by each painful drop;
Slowly, moments take away,
The sharp edge of that faithless injury,
And that tormenting moonlit gaze;
A burning fever wracked the full moon night,
A heavy mist hid the wasps from view,
Soft, gossamer webs were weaved that night:
A night to remember,
a night dreamt by few;
Someone betrayed cried out for something easily lost,
A smile tugged on pale loveless lips,
As night gave way to a colourless dawn
The mist gradually melting
Into dew drops- unrelentingly real
© Geetakshi Arora
September 9, 2013
