May 19, 2011

...two drifters

'...two drifters off to see the world,
there's such a lot of world to see...'
Sinatra's voice mellow, flows into my being;
In an otherwise quiet himachal bus.

Wisps of haze rise afar
And paints streaks of longing in the sky,
The approaching night hesitates a little on the horizon
Seemingly long enough,
For the colors of the twilight to entwine
In one last embracing waltz
Fading with Sinatra's melody.