Touch

Did I touch you a tad less, just like that?
Was your heart missing the beat I felt?
Did I start the end spell friend?
Tell me strange things,
Tales so twist and bend.

You became distant,
Visiting high places
My mind couldn't touch,
I didn't try woo you back...
Though I wanted to,
So very much.

Yes but this time to return
Snap out of  that spell
But in a wry dry nutshell,
The coolest moments
Come, just before
Warning bells.

I sat under
Golden spires of Dominion
Knowing I'll never
Possess you again

Knowing I'll never
Touch your heart,
To try anymore
Is in vain.

I sat in high places,
One last time,
Among kings and Queens
Of men.

A serf, Hagar,
Cophetua's beggar maid
I died lying
Making belief of
Our fragile happiness.

And in the merry grinning
Sunlight
Sprinkling love light and laughter
I saw your vestments white
You were,
The Mother, Ghost and Daughter.

May imagination be the wind
Beneath the wings you lend,
God speed always
My gentle gracious friend.

Next time we meet
I will dread it so
Today's courtyard
Splashed with fun
Tomorrow land's arid desert,
A quadrangle of pain.

I will try
Not to cry
It will be the bravest tears
Suppressed,
That in my eyes reside.

So may you in peace
Abide.

Be you
Be all
You may
Wish to be.
Be able to cast out
Dark loathsome night.

But,
I wish you could have been 
My innocent Muse,
My wise Angel
Of light.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017