Poetry

You had awaken a blazing fire in me
as you had shouted my name at the gate
while you waved extremely merrily
and the night was dark and it was quite late
 
with the songs of birds, the song of the wind,
the songs of insects while the moon shone bright
and your image, starlit eyes is in my mind,
with the fire of stars as a light in that night
 
and we walked and talked until tears
filled your eyes with a great happiness,
while the night, the wind and the years
cried out against the time of loneliness
 
with our joy happy as a bubbling stream,
while the bliss of a kiss was like a dream.