Moondust Passion
MOONDUST PASSION
I walked my life on the garden path so long,
making the mind exult in the acquired hue
until a storm came untimely blowing strong,
losing flowers in the chasm I could only rue.
As the cloud clumps clear at the fall of night
I rise from the strewn debris of the fallen sky.
The opulence of your grace captures my sight,
my dormant desire to reach you soars high.
Your silken face turns into sliver of silver moon,
spreads cerulean charm, adorns the firmament.
I see the dream to hold you, make you my own
as I sink in the mystic moondust passion ardent.
Since to me comes your image as an astral boon,
forming intense impetus that your vicarious glow
entices a dwarf to try and touch the distant moon,
you won’t make a mockery of my effort, I know.
August 21, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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