Old Friend

Old friend

A drop of elixir
Last night’s dew
A sighing heart
When I last met you

Whispering songs
From distant, dreamy lands
Tapping and frolicking
All night long

Ticks from a clock
Endless healers
On invisible scars
Of remembered past

Wiser eyes
Look across
Wrinkles of time
In watery smiles

(c) Shweta Taneja, July 2009