Salvation

By Deepthika N

December 19, 2018

A taste of storm lingers in the air,
As my footsteps trail the secrets of the moor;
Echoes of the past lure me across,
With the voice of the voe a haunting ballad,
And Under the stars I sit
To draw an ode to your memory.

I scry the words to paint the soul of you;
Your sunkissed canvas of splattered freckles,
Hazel eyes that lure with promises of dawn,
Lips that drug with the taste of rain,
Weary smiles tinted with the chaos of life,
Arms that embrace the chasms of the sky,
Skin dewed with drops of nature,
The warmth of your blush under my touch.

Now this lonely heart yearns
For the shambles of our love.
Oh, how it yearns!
For,
My heart raged wilder than waves;
And my soul roamed the woods at night;
In the wisps of my time of you.
So,
Under the stars I sit
To draw an ode to your memory.

 

Photo courtesy:   pixabay

About Deepthika N

2 thoughts on “Salvation

  1. Hey, you used to write wonderful, but the last few posts have been kinda boring… I miss your tremendous writings. Past few posts are just a little out of track! come on!

  2. Very good site you have here but I was curious if you knew of any message boards that cover the same topics discussed in this article? I’d really like to be a part of online community where I can get feed-back from other experienced people that share the same interest. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. Bless you!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *