Unwitten

I wrote this
a long time back
in my mind.

Before we even spoke
or touched each-other
with our thoughts.

I wrote of the flight of you
to my heart,
the music of me
in your words.

Today when i looked
through my archives
i found it faded,
slightly.

But i could still pick
the unwritten
from its memory,
and here it is.

Can you read it still?

Revisit

Running trees,
illuminated for only a second;
Fixed moon
old, but determined
to witness the night till dawn;
Impatient I,
yet strangely calm
in this speeding train.

A stranger -- you,
to my real world;
A friend, a mentor, a muse,
long forgotten?
Na-aan!

You are there,
right here,
somewhere between
dreams and reason.

A lovely place to be.