Poets & Poetry

Light touching ocean

Looking through the dampness
Thinking about this interval
That comes at the worst time
My breath is stuck between these manoeuvres
And this imaginary hall of chaos.
But I need to stay calm
Because I can’t let you reflect.
And finally when the darkness moved
Didn’t expect you’d be waiting.
I could see you
Rushing through the wind
And my sorrow managed to drift.
The long wait was worth your touch.
My melancholy vanished.
Hoping my fantasies would be reality today
We sank into each other
But we were restricted
More likely our worlds were.
The world reigned over us
When we didn’t reign over ourselves.
But still we never complained
Because our touch still had the magic to it.