From A Borrowed Night

By Christian Ray Licen

email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com

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I cannot be as sweet as your smile tonight,

What will be left among the sugar-coated milky stars?

I cannot just speak with your lips drenched in silence;

Words have their reservation too.

I cannot just hold your calloused hands;

They too had built castles from the earth’s mouth.

Do you remember my litany of prayers?

Sort out your soiled clothes,

Do the laundry.

Make the bed-

Tidy the room; they were ripples

to your almost deafening ears.

When the roosters crowed, you were still

in Mango from an inebriated wanderlust.

You were one with the rain of excuses

And came back without a face but only soaked guilt!
Then I dried you back to sanity

There in your room where the clothesline of fiction

is hung with reality. No sun to dry it up.

I soon retired to the bed of oblivion.

After a long day’s toil-

The night was cold; the winds were harsh

And the moon was impaled and cowered by time

Until every second dripped a trickle of bloody tears-

I knew there was ‘us’

Because your dreams conspired mine.

Tonight, looking at your eyes gathering star dusts

There is only you and me

designed by grace

returned back to the universe

by Love and Forever.