She

It wasn’t ought to be

Perhaps it was preordained

She was there in dreams

She vanished when day came

Days past are laced

With her fragrance all along

Words penned by me

Are nothing but her songs

I walk alone in the streets

Off the beaten paths I tread

Sometimes I do lookout

For the face which made me fret

Had she been with me

Would I now be here?

What will be the answer,

Will it be worth a hear?

Journey has been lonely

Journey has been uphill

Reminiscent of a giant ride

With ups, downs, and all the thrills

But each night when I retire,

to the world of dreams and thoughts,

I still find her waiting for me

What more do I want!