Interwoven- V

To you, I'd say
Wait.
Stop by my garden
On a full moon's....
Seat yourself tender
On my empty bench...
Fish for the lashes,
Palanquins of secrets
In the summer breeze...
Dance in your mind
To my neighbor's piano...
He woos the night,
To carry away
The remnants 
Of his burnt letters...
And maybe, the wind
Shall bring to you,
The intoxication 
Of his ancient brews...
With it, shall you inhale
The dying slur
Of molten wax,
That sat on my window sill
Expecting your call...
You shall hear the tiptoe
Of the star,
Exhausted centuries ago
Its echoes
Still illuminating my shadows...
Drench your feet
In the ephemeral dew
That may not see another day....
And delve into
The dreamy cricket's banter,
To ascertain the music
Of my unkempt moods...
For on the clouds
Shall I perch and chuckle,
Like a raindrop
Peeking at your vagaries...
You'll never know when
I shall land on your lips....
Like the sigh of a kiss
In a moment's spill....