Allow me O dear, to sink in your eyes.

[This photo is taken from Shyam's photostream on flickr. To see more of his photos click here]As I rest my back on the golden sands,the whistle of the wind takes me through.The sparkling scintillating carpet of starsreflect the love adorned in my eyes,recollection of those priceless moments,the gift of time, the melody of mind.I search for her with open eyesand see her near with eyes wide