Palpitating, pulsating, playing for aeons
I rode the wavering waves of time.

Imploding, I lay spent in an inky void

exploding, shattering, scattering sparkly dust.
You are but, bits of me

gently streaming, floating by.

In the beam  for a while

meeting, cavorting, dancing, loving

dispersing white, serene blue sky *.

Drifting apart, melting into the dark

eventually saying goodbye.
All alone, pall of grey

stumbling, grieving, seeking

till hurts heal and tears dry.

Is it destiny or is it chance

specks float from afar, come close by

cross paths, tangle and collide

a tantalising tango of eternal dance.

Nadeem

09/08/16

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