Beyond the Comedies

Between hearts
There is a distance
Its beyond a smile apart

When we spread our dreams
It may loom in darkness
Need not close our eyes

I saw a surging tide in her
years back, ahead of a pain

Now I need not crave
For wings of a nightingale

Beyond the comedies
And their deep planes
And the dinner tables
There is a food for thought

Leaking glasses
Porous oceans
Peeling flowers
Sunset beaches
Childless snakes
I need a pulse of hand
I smell the kiss of past
Wherefrom it is lost

When we crave hearts
Eyes fall back
Let it be so
I leave tides to their ends

Can you lend those eyes
from the standing stones
from their shy orchids
Or from your own tongues
They all crave for your nerves
Needless, endless and ageless