An Unfinished Poem

There is an unfinished poem in me,
Somewhere...lingering in me.
In the prison of spring awaiting its release,
In the cage of desires, fluttering its wings.
Like a fleeting moment, neither here nor there,
Like the unseen moon, unfolding at its own pace.
Like the starless night, on its own journey,
Like a lonely path, which has not been taken yet.
With a flurry of events, dead but awaiting burial,
With an unforgiving past, lived yet untold.
Like a barren season which promised rain,
Like the waiting for a beloved, who never came.
Promises not kept, a life half unfinished,
Memories of a kiss, awakening from a sleep.
Coming home to a night, dark as ever it was,
Shedding a tear for the moment that never was.
There is an unfinished poem in me,
Somewhere, lingering in me.