between the crests
he rests
after a tussle
with the waves
when that star gives in
and they are alone in the dark
without the shine
that many think divine
but what light they say what star
what road takes you that far
that a night falls short of dark
and love isn't a lark

cushions on jute

in warm colors

and gold trimmings

that nobody promised

would bring such joy

have already come to rest

in my mind and beneath my chest

like a packet of dreams

tucked away in my closet

what lies

between your sighs

and turns 

when your gaze runs

and flits

when we are away

and cries

when we part ways