He often comes in my dream <br />In darkling silence <br />When a star comes down <br />And winks in prankish desire <br />Then my world smitten with a Disney of stars <br />Hears a laughter of a flowing river <br />It beckons! <br />Intense desire for a love <br />To huddle and cuddle <br />To kiss all the watery lips <br />Foamy in silken whites <br />A passion unbound <br />Restless, <br />Fathomless. <br /> <br /> <br />In a silenced rhythm he boats on water <br />A floating smile <br />Like a soft moon beam condensed in a pearl <br />He takes my hands in his hands <br />A soft touch so enamoring <br />So pleasant <br />My heart starts to play with the water <br />My heart melts into a water <br />The cold flowing wave <br />Wavy nerve <br />A rhythm in silence <br />In a perfect balance. <br /> <br />He often comes in my dream. <br /> <br />Shamik Bose 11.12.2009 Calcutta<br /><br />Shamik Bose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boatman-3/
