As The Day Fades...

As the day fades, slowly the peels of cheer wear off too
The longing throbs a dull ache
I close my eyes to live those colors momentarily
A quiver of a smile
The sharp noises of the present wipe the mist of memories
The shrill bellowing breaks the sanctity of the quiet tears
A scream, a shout, a bang
This time I close my eyes its blotches of loudness
The chimes of rhythm go silent
-Monica

I stand on the shores and grope the receding waves of time, that engulfed the orange-red sunsets;
I hear a shadow call in a whisper to the pale moon that was a testimony of joy;
The sweep of the desert winds bewail the song of lament and the dunes of sands lapse in the hollows of nothingness;
I feel a touch, but its the dying breeze;
I sense a tear, but its the last breath of the waves;
And the sweetness of passion is but a fragile relic of promises once made;

Moments lost into an eternal past until all that remains is a feeble echo of ache
A void of undone-s: a word unsaid, a feeling unexpressed, an emotion unfelt
All hauled into the melting furnace of time.