Magic Time

Off and on The sky looks bright and dark; As light in the west playing hide And seek, pale shadows move on Floor weaving and leaving their marks; High and low The clouds float in a slow pace; At the east edge of the sky peaks Begin to shine as the fresh moon Emerges slowly with a glowing face; To this side and that As if drunk the palms gently swing; Breaking the silence of gloaming Sending tremors through the wind To the heaven the temple bells ring; Slow and fast The earth gets engage in a dance; Its charm spreading far and wide Inhaling fragrance of closing petals Tired souls fall into a mystic trance