Raatri - Night

At the confluence stands the sage Directing traffic of divine centuries, Gluons, microns, universes and the laughter bird The laughter bird is afloat, his wings Drip cold and soothing fractals Morphed out of innocent play And the desire for play Small, large, star shaped, flower petalled fractals Keep falling like snowflakes through my lazy evening Portals that were wide open throughout the long And dazzling day And played welcome to ten trillion suns Detaching each from other at lightning speed From mother broth, carrying heat and Light, riding the swift shuttle of invisibility To arrive at my portals, and alight Joining other streaming suns throughout My long long day Vespers, now Now the old doorkeeper Is pulling the portals shut, and Night The Vedic Night, the Night for whom the Hymns of succour and supplication are sung To protect us from fierce tigers, and the Country wolf, succour for me and mine And those who dwell in ancient hamlets, those That stand guard on moonlit fields in winter, Birds with beaks dipping in warm and furry feather high up on the trees of night, And the shadowy corners of our minds, also The deep deep well inside where innocent And sultry Semite lasses draw water for Job, Or Jacob, or Jesus, or simply me There, for that, but for that, We were the flying caravan of white on blue Flying, flying, flying endlessly Lest we were caught by soft and welcome hands Of the bubbling laughter of Eternity.