With you,
I go places,
With you in my dreams,
They become omnipresent,
and take me far and long,
sometimes to long-lost forlorn,
and at times to the hustle-bustle.
I sit atop, and find you...
in the clouds, in the mountain wind,
in the depths of forsaken pristine valley,
in the heights of immovable mountains,
Perhaps and may be, I find you at will...!!
Everywhere I go,
my fingers entwined into yours,
they never let go...
I sit atop,
A shiny, shapely, melancholy dew,
with a remarkable sensitivity,
in an altogether different tandem with gravity,
as close as to defy it...
glides and precipitates on me,
I watch it for long,
and then I smile,
as I see you in there,
The arms unfold,
the head is thrown up and back,
so that I could see you up there,
all over...everywhere...!
I am pulled to the ground,
and I oblige, most willingly,
Lie unwind-ed, yet engulfed in you...
And I remain...and you remain,
Right there, Right then.
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