A sepia coloured <br />Photograph <br />In that old album <br />Is all I can touch <br />Of you, <br />Now. <br /> <br />Cross-legged on the floor; <br />In your bridal finery- <br />A wistful expression- <br />Dreamy, anticipating <br />Perhaps, the myriad dreams <br />To unfold and blossom. <br /> <br />Your chin resting <br />On your palm, <br />That cupped your face- <br />Pointed, alluring! <br /> <br />I remember that moment- <br />Well! <br />If it were not for my mother <br />Standing behind us, <br />It would have been <br />My hands cupping your face! <br />And... <br /> <br />Hush! <br />I quieten the <br />Welling storm of memories. <br /> <br />I never told you <br />How lovely you looked, <br />That moment! <br /> <br />And now, <br />When I say it, <br />I wonder, can you hear? <br /> <br />And longingly wait <br />For that moment, <br />When I will. <br /> <br />Finally. <br />When I meet you, <br />In eternity. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Usha,26 February '08<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sepia-dreams/
