Expectant gaze across the doors. <br />Oceans and skies on our floors. <br />Swept off your feet, at first glance, <br />tango in seconds, effortless dance. <br />Gaped and aped at painted men. <br />Our hearts bloomed, so much then. <br />Skipped that day from Ben's side, <br />to lapping waters of queen's ride. <br />Plucked holy berries at the hill, <br />Hand in hand by the watermill. <br />Head on his shoulder, silky hair. <br />Hand in hand, the lovelorn pair. <br />Giggled and sang the eternal song. <br />In those parks, by the age old gong. <br />It gently blew to caress your cheek. <br />As you gasped and just went weak. <br />Rushed the walks, not tender talks. <br />Dreamt, by attics and water lochs. <br />Weathered snows, for our sake. <br />Latte and pies, that freshly bake. <br />Across the bridges of a millennia, <br />whiffed natures aroma in magnolia. <br />Ambled the knolls, throbbing lakes, <br />dipped our hands in parting wakes. <br />In Mary's close, like the moles, <br />And on Britannia, by distant shoals. <br />Neither the tubes dizzying haste, <br />nor the gargoyles' watchful waste, <br />It wasn't a reverie in yesteryear! <br />Ages away? No! Fresh and near! <br />A sniffle, a quiver, fumbling keys, <br />Across the waters parting geese. <br />Goodbye blears, a nervous smile. <br />Through the counters in single file. <br />Strained, the bonds, are weary thin, <br />and a vacant blemish deep within. <br />Aroma of orchard apples, stills, <br />waiting for a dove, by my sills. <br /> <br />original <br />07 April,2k11 <br />Buraidah-KSA<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knolls-and-lakes-08-april-2k11/
