On tiptoe you came <br />The playful hiss <br />Of the scarf touching <br />The marble floor <br /> <br />The candle lit <br />In the corner of the room <br />Into gold is turned <br />Everything visible <br /> <br />The silver of the moon <br />From the window <br />The dark silhouettes <br />Of the trees behind <br /> <br />The climber on the window <br />Hanging flowers <br />In white and red <br />The hanging on the wall <br />A miniature of the lady <br />Eyes wide open <br />For the love she sees <br /> <br />In the city of love <br />The rooms are built <br />Of gold and marble <br />Seen but in reality <br />They are the dust <br />Of the feet of lovers <br /> <br />Like musk and amber <br />The red of the carpet <br />From pashmina of Kashmir <br />The silk drapes in indigo <br /> <br />A song of love my dear you sing <br />The moments tonight are forever <br />16/10/2008<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balcony-vi/
