I Witness Love.

I Witness Love 

In a flower scented room
The Sultry evenings of my city, I'll bring
My eyes my lips whilst, your hair dancing in the breeze
The heaviness of your eyelids
Falling asleep there, your nights darkness within..
Through your window pane I see
The poetry, the silence the love
Before me you stand...
Uttering your verses of love...
Your poetry is to me a balm to my mind!
The moonlit, half moon at half light,
In the velvetiness of my firmament
The stars scintillating in the darkness of my nights
Lighting my path the blue lantern standing by,
Whilst melting was I in the noon heat.
Wishing, praying was I...
For the rain, the monsoon!
Without refrain pouring in, came the rain
Whilst standing in the cutting winds,
Slicing cutting through me...through and through..
Clouds shifting by mesmerised was I by the speediness of it
Wondering across my skies, the immensity of it..
My universe!
Whilst down bellow the river
Beneath the long bridge
My thoughts were, troubling me
Thinking to myself of he those, clandestine meetings
The many faces, in my dreams dream.
At doors, I knocked along the tracks
Above the silvery moon
I could swoon at the sight of he
As he stood there looking at me
In his ambiguity humming a tune a happy tune.
Peeping through your window                                                    
Flicking through the pages of my mind
In my poetry,
I witness love.

                                  By Connie James.