Nameless Verse

Passion and its dying embers
Keeping me awake this summer night.

"There are three things that make us sleepless--
  Passion, the lack of passion, and disease.", said he.

Our crossing smiles and shy eyes betrayed
Stories of our pasts that led us here.
He misses her and she misses him--
A reality washed over by their tumbling bodies
On nights when human nature turned awash
Their hearts that once leaped as wild dolphins
On seas they could call their own.

In captivity of those seas that turned stormy,
Those dolphins smiled, yet. 
The throes of their passions undaunted.
And when those seas the dolphins held ever so dear, washed them ashore.
The burning, brittle specks of sand caged their hearts.

The dolphins existed no more than the cities you see from the skies--
Scattered gold dust, a mere illusion,

Their hearts learnt to live in self-made cages.
Their eyes learnt to give curtained glimpses
Of the bay windows they used to be.
He sang to her and she wrote poems.
Trapped in illusions  of their selves
That once roamed free, drawing gasps
Like the red beaked blue magpies fleeting past.

Little did their hearts know of proximity
Born of cages and lost loves.
Theirs was a blossoming question mark,
Etched deeply, swept under the rug determinedly,
Their longing for his face and her face
Marking all their destinations across life.

Little did he know, she felt it.
If only their seas of yesteryears were wiped off,
Their hearts-- the happy dolphins would discover
Oceans they would find in each other.

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