My night

Written by: kalyani bindu

Covering amongst
day’s festivity, 
night’s tiny
sparkle –
his eyes,
muttering the
lurk of 
a damp,
somber dawn;
the trickling
of hued
droplets fringing
the wavering
green of
dark, deep
wells;
the sweep
of an owl,
cutting past
the daggers
of wind,
the flesh of 
my
controlled reflexes.
His day of
Mosaic
intuitions –
my night
of his
absence.