Once these stars held our beacons

That led our paths over fog and mist

Once these stars shone over distances,

Charting courses in the aimless dark

Now these lights blind the feeble,

Those who dropped their belief midway

Now these stars seem cold and foundling,

Having castaway emotions by aim


Once the moon was our rendezvous

That erased the expanses between

Once the moonbeam became our pathways

Now it hides over the cloaked still

Now a darkness sits by the window

Now our dreams lay buried by will


Now that our clasp has drifted to dust,

Now that they lie six feet under,

Would you erase all markers to it?

Or will an epitaph flicker in reflections?


9th Dec, 2012