Evening come she will...
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
posted by Vijay | 1:10 AM
2 Comments:
Dusk,lover of the secretive night, will leave the arms of her lover and rush to you if she reads this. Sorrowful the world will be, for we, the ordinary can rest our secrets only in the night, as the night rushes after dusk.
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