My Lost Reverie

Receding night beams a smile rather grey, Loosening grip on her night-long dark belt, As frosty snow mellows slowly to melt, And moon saunters to hide behind the day, Eastern skies as look laced with limpid red, Soft mist hind grey shadows begins to flee, And dawn rises restful from flurried sea, A fair maid musing on a bridal bed, As Arun's1 bright amorous arrows aim To ruffle feathers of the husky night, Asserting the reign of radiant light, The dawn turns day her rightful crown to claim. But robbed of my early dawn's dewy dream, Which, trying to recall, somewhat unsure Of its gossamer rainbow-like vague theme, I wake and wonder what if dreams endure. _____________________________________________________ Arun1 is Sun's charioteer that brings in the reign of dawn. ____________________________________________________ Musings | 01.02.12 |