Evening come she will...

The ardour of the day

Good Bye! Please make way, for

She comes clad in golden light

As the day gives in to the night.

Dusk, enveloping my consciousness

A hug of balmy breeze, a spirit's caress

She arrives-- suddenly, love is in the air

And I am neither here, nor there

Lost am I in those two pearls of light.

Stay beatific apparition! Never go out of sight

Stay at least till the moonbeams turn to silver your raiment

Then you can, merge unnoticed into the night

While I take comfort in your affection.

Meeting, and parting-- I perceive

Are just a divine orchestration

A play, a pull, a tweak on the strings of the heart

You are the music, you are the art

You are the idea, perfectly expressed

As I picture you-- a vision that is blessed--

Until awareness dawns, in the dead of the night

Of the sweet pain of longing that sets the heart alight.

© 2012 by Vijay Arora