~ Every Night! ~

~ Every Night! ~

I thought of you,

And the moon hanging on the lower lip,

As a keen piercing in the crimson still sky,

Dipped an inch closer …

Your scented breaths,

Belonging to the spring meadows, those afar

Chime as the most precious silverware,

Any maiden would have …

Your whisperings,

Those hushes and sounds,

Heavy with reasons known and unknown,

Tales of lonely shore is told …

Your sweet kisses,

Dripping from my fingers,

Like honey-dew, on the deflowered bed-linen,

Weeping; wrinkled in your wake …

And I … for you I still wait,

In the dale of fantasy, with closed eyes …

My moon you are such crisp n’ clear,

Silken, a shade of muffled golden,

Perched nigh, and thus too low,

Brushing mine so gently, your eyelashes

Bathing my face in your moist memories …

But away,

An illusion you stay …

And so, I thought of you, once again

As I do every time, while quietly drinking the sight,

Of dusk losing itself in the tranquil arms of the night!