Freudian Love

I miss the gentle summer wind on my face,
the glittering grains of sand at my feet
and the soft shadows of a grove, nearby.
I miss the mild smell of brine in the air,
the bright, joyous sun raining down on the sea
and the softness of her warmth beside me.
When the birds return to their empty nests
and the sun leaves the sky to the stars
far away and the grove comes alive
with crickets’ song and dancing fireflies,
when a soothing wind blows in from the sea,
I miss her soft whispers of love for me.
Though I have never been to such a place
and I have neither seen a face like hers,
it seems as if they meant some thing to me
to pine like this and miss them so dearly!
I wonder how, while walking up and down
the multi-storied lanes and avenues
littered in the complex maze of my thoughts,
being built and renovated everyday!
All I can think of is most probably
through a dream I dreamt many years ago
and before I woke up the memory
was lost to the subconscious world below.

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