The gloomy day and the time was noon

Cloudy was the sky, peeping was the moon

The day seemed long to usher out

Eyes were filled with a hopeful clout 

The lonely 'me' couldn't wait more

The thought of 'company' started to soar 

Round and round, I did go round

Like a tiger , in search of a pound-

Lights were off and the table set

Agonizingly cried, was forced to wait 

The cawing crow and the cuckoo sang

Out of the blue, the doorbell rang.

You stood there in floral red, 

Life was pushed in my heart, till dead 

Your eyes did mutter those magic words, 

My mind was deaf with thoughts unheard,

A touch of your hand on my rough palm 

And I struggled to stay icy calm;

Asked you to sit on my lousy rug

Shared a coffee from that single mug; 

A tight hug for eternity, it would seem 

I opened my eyes, had broken my dream.

The door bell indeed rang 

The cuckoo's melody really sang. The milkman did his daily chore.

My love lorn heart, apart it tore; You would never come again, I know 

I would never see you again, I know. 

But my heart refuses to accept the fate

That you had seemingly closed all gate.

In absentia, terrestrially, you form my soul celestially 

With a heart full of love and a pocket full of gleam,

I refuse, forever, to stop to dream.