Shadows of Dusk
At the shadows of Dusk,
the rider slowed.
A solitary sparrow streaked home,
mindless of the tepid wind,
blowing to the setting sun.
Orange crimson shades of glow
danced in the wind,
delightfully painting the earth and leaves.
Behind a crimson veil,
a shy-moon waited
for the weary sun to sleep.
sweet lass of sun and moon;
a virgin you will always awake as
for, for my senses to satiate
you never linger till I sleep”.
****
Ere you
feel the quiver in my breath,
see the plea in my eyes, or
hear the hints in my voice;
you run
to hide behind your mother,
the moon, in her darkness cloak.
W'ere you afraid
I'll ever see you not
worthy of the sighs I made?
Thy beauty, thy etherealness,
was it my making;
thy exclusivity
guiding a wanton desire.
***
The crimson clouds,
with hidden tears in frozen veils,
never showed their colour.
Before I could touch,
tell you the name in my heart, and
smile a tearless farewell,
they came down
pouring, and pouring,
soaking my gaze.
Lashing my brows, my eye-
lashes they fall,
making her naught...
making her noth .....
Knew these were, my
last moments dear;
would you have shown me
those moments lost?
***
The shadows have darkened
and outlines forgotten.
Alone into this night
I ride on...
The Last Ink-Drop : This post, in many ways, is the epilogue of a few plays in my life. It is as much fiction as it isn't. Don't bother searching for the prints on the sand. You would be confused.