Under The Old Oak Tree

Dreams
Every time, when I look at the window
Across the stretched curtains of solitude
Your face gleams
And I wish to hold your hand
And dance in the dream land

Meet me under the old oak tree
While you sleep tonight
We will sit for hours
(Revelling the rain of flowers)
And would listen the resonation of each other's lips
I can imagine how your voice sounds
Delicate, shy, and gentle
Like the soft wind that your words bring into my soul.
Touching, caring, and sentimental

You hid your hands behind your back
Like they can’t impress my soul
They are thin, clumsy and black
Don’t be sad
Get them out
And look at the lines
Can they tell the future?
By showing glossy signs
Or just a reminder of the past
Of years of waiting for the joy
(That we promised ourselves?)
Decades ago
When I was young girl, and you were boy

credit to : Nayyan Afaq