With every dusk
When the breeze kisses fondly
I try hard to retain
its dim light and husky whispers
Knowing fully well its transient span….
Heart aches to leave sephia portraits of distant heaths
and blurred silhouettes of trees…
With every night,
When the magical blanket with its
Enchantress Moon appears…
Blowing mind in every direction
Bestowing wings of imagination
to fly across the sky
and fins of fancy
to swim in the pools of reverie,
Intoxicated mind dwells in the world of dreams….
Chasing stars and hugging winds!!!
janerajesh 