The Evening Star

It's the same star I saw in the east behind the curtains of sunlight it moved to west at the dawn it invited me for the worship of an unseen at the dusk it looked lonely for some time but soon it removed its scarf from its head the sky became a beach in a full moonlight with her I saw countless maids in swimming costumes I asked her it were you who invited me to the unseen now with millions of twinkling companions and a naughty moon leading a caravan of love what for you are inviting me in a wet night? The clouds rushed to the scene and hid the beach no moon, no stars, but her love went out of control and showered on earth, showered on me, showered on my beloved. Thunders of clouds angrily roared, the message of a morning star was love of the souls the message of evening star is love of instincts that was worship of a morning and this is the worship of a rainy night. Look at her she is completely exposed in the rains, She will remove your pains and the rains will wash out all the stains. The evening star invited me for the worship of a seen.