Masjid Lane

Sneaking around this colourful dream
having just escaped from the waves
through bustling gulleys and nine coach trains
we entered the hallways of eve

She lay all night on the marble floor
with the moonshine in her hair
the passage looked inside with envy
that she was the most beautiful there

Just an ordinary brown skinned lad
i must love her naked sight
her wavy hair, her desirous stare
and that sadness in her eye

Lying on yellow floral comfort
with crimson toes and sleepless eyes
under the hot noon sun she lay
taking her picture i sighed

Wrapped in robes of devious black
with water on her thigh
the calendar read the previous month
where do her memories lie?