Lay your sleeping head, On my faithful arms, My love For my pen has brought you Close enough to me. You're only gone But not forgotten. So rest your sleeping head.   Through the casement, We shall listen to the hooting of owls And watch the flight of acrobatic bats Blind, but precise. Life is almost the same, Where we move blind, the way it chooses. Do not grief my lady, Some things are written in the stars And the lines are drawn in the hands. When you're old and gray, And full of empathy and sleep, Nodding down alone and talking to self Go through these lines, Slowly and slowly And you shall dream of those days. Not from the past, you'll come, But from the deep. And the nostalgic time burns away In your ephemeral bliss, So rest your sleeping head. The dawn shall not be the same For both of us, But your beauty still murmurs to my soul asleep.

About Author:

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared in Blue Marble Review. His poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, and DWIT News.