I see you again when with the fumes of tea
I wish to strain the beauty from the beast,
the coarse from the fine and good from mundane.
Its dark, the sun set, moon yet in her dressing
The stars have flocked, some in groups,
some single, some Orion, some Hercules…of distant lands…
some lost in themselves, some contending to outdo others
in stifling competitions and some just by themselves
In this darkness, with twilight gone,
I play a tune on the flute,
The tune floats as the air flows from the lips through the lute
My fingers press and release the holes in artistry….
The music consumes my mind,
It seeps into my pores, my heart, my soul
and in such melancholy I wish to be by thee.
The breeze strokes the curtains and they fly
I enjoy the darkness and let the bulbs in dullness
turn restless to be lit
The air confirms a downpour nearby
There’s water in every whiff of the wind though invisible to the eyes.
I feel the air deep, let it touch and caress me
Fly my hair over my shoulders, my face, my ears
It tickles, I smile at myself bemused
I feel you are there…..
Its fancy, its ecstasy,
It has no promises, no dreams
Yet this evening is bliss.