Nostalgia

Lamenting near bloom
rambling in gloom
in search of seclusion,
I reached a place where,
trees bore yerrish fruits and had lameduck roots.
Grasses were withered
in dreary chime.
I was standing
underneath a tree
which was like a
companion to me.
Far away, was standing
symbol of our love,
our cairen like a menhir,
feeling that cairen,
i could feel each caress
on her corolla cheeks.
I can hear
crooning of her ditty
in dulcet voice,
which she warbled for me.
Walking over mast,
i reached a shallow brook
in which we dabbled
and lost in love.
We were in moony mood.
But today,
I am a dark horse
pining for my beloved,
searching there in mosey way
in muggy weather,
searching her with blarny eyes
in overcast sky.