Dreaming of You
Like the dream I never had,
you seep into the mind,
like that thought hovering
just beyond.
A little further,
like a startled butterfly,
you fly away, your name
echoing in the vastness of
nothingness,
that eternal yearning which seems
to be almost fated
in its seasonal rhythms;
Like the rain that sends a scent
you leave me peaceful,
sometimes
(When it's not important);
I dream of you
in
the spaces of my sometimes.
© Geetakshi Arora
May 25, 2014
