“As
Day....”
As day its darkside turns,
And millions of stars
In a cotillon,
And like symphonic bees
Swarm around
The night’s purple flower;
As night dark passioned heaves
Tinctured with rubicund joys,
And the sun like a naughty imp
Pops up his glistening face
From the other side
’cross the roseate fjord;
Flesh to flesh together with
Their tingling thoughts,
Like ethereal shadows
Passing gently in and out,
And into light,
Creep benevolent
In an unconscious urge
Towards the charming One
Of all existence.
Like the criss-cross flight
Of moths, gold-ribboning
The purple of night,…..
Tender
Like the rippling smile
Of moon, rocking himself
On water’s breasts,…..
Distant
Like the song sung long ago
Nestling still in memory’s nook,
Has been thy face
Amorphous, ……..sweet