The Moonbeam Music
The cold sun sets after blazing the firmament,
the dust of the dying day settles in the hazy horizon,
the birds return to their nest deserting the sunken sky.
As the grey grains of the gloomy night descend
through the drowsy dusk of my life
the clouds of despair drift in the mind.
In its shadow as I wait for the distant dawn
I see the maroon moon rise, turn into silver slice.
The moondusts spread cerulean serenity in the air
where freed from the sullen darkness
my mind floats on demure dreams.
The mystic moonbeams shimmer in the serenading soul,
compose a new music of life in the rhythm of ecstasy.
August 2, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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