What Shall I Call You?

I see you in my dreams

Yet I am not an observer keen

On ocean deep or in pristine streams

I see you everywhere

I feel your presence supreme...

In the mellifluous tune of birds

In my poetry verse,

With a cascade of moments I receive,

I have an image of yours which I perceive...

In the drizzling rain which falls

Among those forests thick and tall,

Being enthralled by the moments few

Holding back the memories which I see,

I crave for your single view

It's really difficult to say what shall I call you...