Stanzas scrawled in pencil over old poetry.

Somewhere the Iris of my eye

Drifts asleep

And slumbers in peace.

I sit here in wakeful agony, gazing across a divide too far to bridge.

From here to Kandy,

Aching all the way

The days turn crueller as they come.

What love we might have shared

In another life far, far away.

Now, only the stars bear witness

And share the secrets amongst themselves.

It is not for us to know, my love.

Fate guards its secrets close

And it is only the hand dealt

One ever gets to play.