We walked the dusk lit evening fields
The silver drops of dew that yields.
Far beneath the midnight due
The sun was setting in orange hue.
We’d met with promises to keep all days
Knowing at dawn we’d go our ways
But by dawn, those lies were done
Our pasts were wiped out by the sun.
Bound by ethereal threads we now,
as the seasons coax the leaves from the bough,
Watch at dusk for the stars that twitter.
Parting with past-memories was never sweeter!
Feby Joseph is a spiritual vagabond still trying to figure it out. He hails from the beautiful South Indian coastal state of Kerala seeped in green and poetry. He's currently working in a desert – counting other’s money while words waltz about in his head. Explanation of Feby for using the word 'twitter' - because I like to think of stars in the night like birds that at the end of the day twitter in trees - the night scapes as a large tree and the stars as twittering birds.