Pure Poetry.

Before my eyes, those shadows are melting away
Yet it takes no time at all before those shadows within
Impregnating me those shadows in the eyes of my mind was he.
Those eyes so blue his lips so true like a waterfall implicitly running through
The darkness of his skin is something to behold, he standing there, his skin like gold
Scintillating by the riverside whilst I sit there waiting for he
As I walk by the riverside his feet kicking the sands rustling through
With something on his mind kicking the sands through and fro
At times kicking the boat at anchor kicking sands over, his minds in turmoil
He's much more than a stranger I've seen him before
He must be a man of means its written in his stance in his stare.
The way he holds his head at an angle as he looks at me
He must be from here about's certainly.
The elusiveness in he..He looks very much alone
It's written on his face his smile as he looks beyond without pretensions
Like a roaming spirit, he is so handsome as only he can be
As I sit by the banks of the Yamuna I know he's only a human being
But to me he's my world implicitly, this place in time
As he walks on slowly I follow on from the distance
Amongst the branches I can hear the song of a nightingale
I stand there listening enchanted as it retreats beyond the trees
The splashing on the river banks as he treading water refreshingly
He walked on stopping amongst the trees now and again mopping a tear away
In the vicinity of the Taj stopping..and me stopping to.
I can feel his shadow as he stands beside me I can see the quiver of his lips
He was weeping ..I standing looking at he then lifting my hand
Touching him suddenly the sadness in his eyes was there to see
At that moment could help not but love him unconditionally
In his love, for pure poetry.