Amaranthine

It's early in the night,
I'm walking down a long, winding hill.
But I'm not focused on the road,
Or where it's leading me.
The only sound I hear is the hollow, far off echo of his rich,
Soothing voice floating amidst in my head ,
I remember everything about him.

He is an extreme, confusing puzzle,
With so many pieces I can never,
Fit completely together.
So beautiful and deep,
Yet, so elusive…and evasive.

The mornings I see him,
I felt I knew him all,
The moments I spent waiting for him,
I realized I didnt know him yet.

He is like the unending horizon,
Receeding as I go near,
A misty amaranthine,
A mirage on a hot summer noon,
Fleeting emotions that can never be penned,
A riddle to which only he has the key.

There are so many beautiful images, sounds and memories
About him and the moments…
I just can't let them go,
I won't and never will,
They rotate slowly one by one
Around my mind,
Like a constant movie that plays,
In my head everyday,
Blocking out reality,
And teasing my imagination,
As wonder if I would know him too...

May be I will never know him,
Or see him again,
But etched in my mind, he will be,
Unfading and unwavering.