Evening Bride

There the sun sets in the horizon Turning again into red crimson As if an old person Again gets the childish intention My soul On the wings of imagination Wants to fly high To reach the loving destination I see someone Entering into my dark mansion And lighting the candle Of heartful contention And consoles me Like a goddess of satisfaction But always out of Sight sensation Far into that crimson horizon The beautiful evening bride Blushes into the warm oven At the mere thought of Her heart’s collision With her groom of Dark complexion Surrounded by the veil of Reddish dark horizon Closing her dreamy eyes Intoxicated with the salvation