Last night when you were in deep sleep <br />I scribbled a poem on your bare back, <br />a page so soft-with love bites and moles <br />I used them to cut the t's and dot the i's; <br />my finger tips' softly turn created ripples <br />in a placid lake where you prepared <br />to take a dip in your dream, <br />my words followed you in that unknown land <br />secretly to know your destination. <br />I remembered to forget every scribbled word <br />as it was my gift to the sleepless night, <br />she was picking up each word one by one <br />and kept them in her lap of silence. <br /> <br />For the first time, you never knew <br />how a poem was born and lost <br />in the silence of night. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© kash poet 2012<br /><br />kash poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-when-you-were-in-deep-sleep/
