Longing And Moonbeams
Tapanjyoti Phukan
My waking eyes
Seek and cry
Drowned in winter tide
Alive in two-fold
In birth and this besides, in your love
You my soul did love
My wounds not healed
It is still dripping blood
In pathless paths I drag my feet
I'm wandering in moonbeams
A color stands on lonely hills
Above the head of the farthest tree
It almost wants to speak to me
It almost wants to stay
Moonbeams
Silver hang
Dies within
Moonbeams
Silver hang
Dies within
