Evoking Images

It was not easy to recall, the love in truancy. Needs extra gene. I would wake up in blue darkness for an aubade. The salt glitters when I shut the mind. In random wreckage, the first glow before dawn, sets you on fire. A star gazing begins, buried in the flesh, only the eyes protruding, incapable to locate the moon. A blank paper floats. You were surfing on words. Not yet to meet the inevitable. Not the kiss of hurt. I am coming to unfurl the opus, the noble commitment of navel crossing. Satish Verma