As they fall into place
They smother me and my thoughts
Turning sparkling days into moonless nights.
Sometimes I hang them for your sake
For you do love that pretty lace
But what are these joys compared to mine
When words rain on me from every place?
I run here and there with open arms
Trying to gather as many as I can
for one that slips from my eager hands
falls into a gorge where it is lost to time.
Why do you deny it a simple life
as a tiny drop of morning dew?
I know it will stay happy with me
in the company of other words too.
To pretend that the sunset is mediocre,
a waste of color
is a lie that takes away a part of me
but if I live, my words will too
so for now I will admire the lacy curtains new
keeping the colors of the setting sun within me
Never letting you know
A sun sets in my soul too.
©Reena Prasad, May 2012