Love

The love is yet sinking and my eyes are
Yet searching for the ray of light which awakens my soul once again trying to find
Shelter in the coast of river bank.
Where I can go lost for days and nights.
And yet look vulnerable, and stare the stars in the moon lit night and yet learning to face my fret;
Yet my feet touches the sand and I still can't get enough as I try to stare.
And embrace the stars and yet waiting for a magic to happen though some waves, yet disturb the beauty of my mind.