Ember Dreams And Silvered Tears

By Ayesha Bali

Bathed in your reflected glory,

I watch you paint the morning sky,

A fiery canvas, vibrant, bold,

While I fade to a mere sigh.

You burn with a passion I cannot reach,

Your warmth a distant, scorching embrace,

My love for you, a silent, lunar dream,

I yearn for your touch, an impossible trace.

You dance with the clouds, a playful king,

Your laughter echoing in the sunlit air,

While I, a lonely queen, in shadows cling,

My heart a silent, mournful prayer.

We are bound by the cosmic tide,

Yet forever divided by the night,

You, the master of day, forever bright,

I, the mistress of the moonlit light.

I watch you chase the stars away,

Leaving me in the cold, vast unknown,

My tears a silent, silvery spray,

A love that can never be fully grown.

But still, I shine with borrowed light,

Reflecting your brilliance in the dark,

Hoping that in your radiant sight,

You'll see a love that leaves its mark.

In the silent hours, when you're gone,

I whisper your name to the stars above,

A yearning for a warmth that's never been,

A love that's unrequited, yet full of love.

But in the tapestry of stars,

Our story's woven, line by line,

Two celestial, distant scars,

Forever bound, forever thine.

Though we may never be as one,

My heart will forever be entwined with thine,

A moonlit love, forever unsung,

A love that burns even in the divine.

By Ayesha Bali