when the roads, <br />streets and trees of the, <br />city are asleep, <br />i am with empty arms, <br />before the silence of my room, <br />and waiting with constant stare, <br />on drowsy lcd of my pc, <br />with my vestigue wings, <br />wanting to fly some island, <br />with mine scleroftic heart, <br />kisses and hugs soaring in thoughts, <br />and floating on the sea of, <br />visionary bands of love, <br />i see white doves coming down, from higher clouds, <br />and the moon hiding behind pieces of clouds with circled hollow of brighteness, <br />nights are not always dressed, <br />with kindness, <br />and fragrance of jasmines, <br />not always mine, <br />untill dreams are real, <br />and getting bliss of life..<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-in-wings/
