Curtains

Evening raises the curtain from the waning horizon, dusk tip-toes on the moss of darkness casting solitary shadows that stroll like somnambulist. Flames of flapping fireflies follow the trill cries of chirping cicadas Perched above, like a yellow parrot, moon beams from the canopy of cotton-clouds and stars cluster like silver mushrooms in the wonderful wilderness of skies, spilling stardust that seeps in my window sill. as zephyr sings hymns of moonlit insanity Magical dreams drift from the distant heavens drizzling like raindrops on the pane of eyes. Lying on the bed of diaphanous desires, beneath the lavender layers of lust I sail in the solitary sea of slumber. calling your name in silent whispers - I strip your image in ecstasy inhaling your heady fragrance and drape my body with the apparel of your sensuous scent. Blinded by the dazzle of moonlight, my eyes etch my soul’s reflection in the mirror of secluded sleep and I die a perpetual death in the pages of my lunatic poetries as Life drops the curtains after my Final Act…