Descendant Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

That evening was no ordinary dream
Not the crossover I would ever want to do
So much untold, so much less said
Among a life full of words

And you there waiting for me
To wave, as no more waves would ever be
What must be the time that knows
Nothing of what next it would be

As we descend, we enjoin
Passing our way with souls
As we leave, we descend
Handing whatever it must be

The light will be for just a moment
As brief as the gesture
In passing or in mistaken belief
We will be one