The Goddess of Love
I was hastily aging, sitting next to you all alone
While you watched the magician perform ill-rehearsed tricks
To a spellbound audience of dumbfounded geeks.
Though bored by the familiar illusions; you looked on
Through those glittering eyes that twinkled and shone
Behind ambition-tinted specs with a blinding light.
(Only to be outdone, of course, by the bright emanating from your smile)
Years passed, yet the clocks insisted ‘twas only a while,
And I was all alone again, with you sitting next to me:
Once, glued to a pixelated window, praying to the powers that be;
That the replication of those electronic words and sounds
For once take an eternity (so I’d have you around).
Once, under the vapourous night sky, eighty feet high;
Listening to how you wanted to climb and fly and never look back.
Seconds passed but ah, the treacherous clocks – confound them!
This time their regime decreed hours had gone by.
Finally once, with each of us hallucinating, staring at our hypnotic devices;
A thousand miles in between (Technically not next to you, but I invoke poetic license),
Talking of hearts of stone, dreams, love and life and all else unseen;
You were, are and will be forever freer than a dove;
But for this poet of yours, the one and only Goddess of Love.