Waiting On Lines

I looked up at this very sun and thought about winter. Do you know where I was? I don’t remember where I was. I only remember the line for milksweets, and looking at this sun, and remembering a line from a poem I wrote some time ago.
I don’t know if anyone saw my lips move as I said to myself:

“A circle of setting sun slowly bleeding saffron”.

I repeated it and stared until a blue cirlce appeared every time I blinked. My eyes hurt. This sun was the poem come to life. It reminded me of that love. I whispered the line again to myself. So, our love was like a setting sun. Now I got it. I wished I had seen it then.

Just then, and this is God’s truth in my memory which is often cloudy, or maybe not cloudy but more like the mist that hangs about rooftops on Sherlock Holmes’ nights.
Someone walking behind me shouted :

“They’re liars, those who say I lost the moon!”

I decided I would be a thief, made it my line and remembered another...this sunset was full of remembered poetry. Thats what happens when your heart is broken.

“Noone saw the moon that bled in my mouth”

Just then, and this is God’s truth in my memory which is often cloudy, or maybe not cloudy but more like the mist that hangs about rooftops on Sherlock Holmes’ nights.
someone walking behind me sang :

kabhii kabhii mere dil me khayaal aata hai
Sometimes the thought crosses my mind
ki jaise tujhko banaaya gaya hai mere li'e
that you've been made just for me.
tuu ab se pehale sitaaro me bas rahii thii kahii    
Before this, you were dwelling somewhere in the stars; 
tujhe zamiin pe bulaaya gaya hai mere li'e...
you were summoned to earth just for me...
kabhii kabhii mere dil me khayaal aata hai...
Sometimes the thought crosses my mind

I decided I would be a thief, made it my line and remembered another...this sunset was full of remembered poetry. Thats what happens when you live in a poem.

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind:
our love was like a setting sun
a circle of setting sun
slowly bleeding saffron
Sometimes the thought crosses my mind:
our love was like a full moon
they’re liars those who say I lost the moon
noone saw the moon that bled in my mouth.