Soliloquy

A melange of colours in tepid rain
Washing away the forthcoming pain
Naming a love so uncertain and unsure
Shining ahead to the lights that ensure
No one’s going to sleep tonight
Until you tell me what’s right
Don’t close the door- leave it ajar
I will always find you, no place that far,

Rowing uncontrollably to a place where
We are close enough to be given a scare
Pushing ostensibly till the very end
Swallowing pain until we are spent
And as defeat finally pays a visit in disguise
There’s something that I always fantasise
Our paths will align or you’ll pass me by
Either way, for a moment, you’ll almost be mine.