Bell Rings Once a Year

A crystal punch bowl

Sparkles in the Candlelight

The freshness of the heart can fall like Dew

In this winter night.

The year has passed

When thy heard the bell

In the name of thee,

Let’s listen the sound of magic

Making our day and year bright.

When you grow old and gray,

Open the book and say

The words you heard every year

May come and bless you

Over the night.

Will You?

Will you remember me, as the years go by...?

Will you collect the memories of our faint goodbyes??
Will you be fond of me when the tears stop streaming …
Will you keep in touch, when the days stop dreaming…?
Will you consider me a friend...? When our corners meet??
Or like strangers we will greet??
For when the shadows of love faint and die
My heart will still try, to keep a piece of you inside.
Like a shard of glass, you will reside.
Pricking me to remember, the slate you dirtied and left incomplete with the footprints of your unsure feet.