tonight, our love like the setting sun <br />slips away like a shadow behind the grooves <br />like a pencil of smoke it enters the thin air <br />till it fades like the indigo cloth with time <br />and now, like footprints in the sand, it is gone <br />washed away with the tides of time <br />never to be remembered by maidens <br />doing the bridal dance on village lanes <br /> <br />I believe angels cry <br />when soul mates part <br />and the tears that fall are like the rain <br />that drain the ugliness in the weary souls of travelers <br /> <br />tonight I weave you a wreath of love <br />of a long leave love for your long live soul <br />and give you this lit torch <br />to light your allays, to warm your chambers <br />I give you this torch <br />in remembrance of the love you smoldered into ashes <br />spendthrift its sentiments of oneness <br />baked its soul in a fiery furnace of feelings <br />and sunk into the abyss its broken heart <br /> <br />maybe, you’ll take its powdery passion into the Ganges <br />where we wish dead souls a long goodnight <br /> <br />tonight I weave for you a wreath of love <br />of a long leave love for your long live soul <br />and give you this lit candle <br />to light your way, to warm your heart <br />in remembrance of the love you smoldering <br />into ashes<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-215/
