Friday, March 2, 2012

Stranger..

Talking to myself I was,
On a cold dark night
There was silence
And no one in sight

Someone was watching me
I realized with a start.
To that benign visitor
I poured out my heart

Unspeakable dreams I had
and lay awake in fright
I relived them with this stranger
On the cold winter night

Comforted by him I drifted
In and out of sleep
The swishing wind sometimes
Breaking the silence deep

The leaves rustled softly
To the wind’s tune
They were laughing at me
For I’d been talking to the moon

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

ahhh.. this is so heartwarming. Really. Loved it :) Please write more poems ...

neha said...

Moon ain't a stranger darling