Past that midnight <br />After the passion fight <br />Spent he lay. <br /> <br />The shimmering bedroom light <br />Hid their faces in shades. <br /> <br />She drew him close. <br />Rested her face on his bare chest; <br />Whispered: ‘sweet spending’. <br /> <br />He glanced her sideways. <br />She was smiling; her eyes. <br /> <br />He caressed her wavy locks. <br />Within silently exclaimed: <br />'What a spendthrift is this life! ' <br /> <br />The covers were gently pulled up. <br />They now push them into sleep; <br />Drown them into another dream. <br /> <br />Outside, Time was busy <br />Pulling down the covers <br />To dawn out another day <br />That to culminate into <br />Its own night… <br /> <br />-Kesav Venkat Easwaran- <br />20th December 2010<br /><br />Kesav Venkat Easwaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-midsummer-nights-dream/
