An evening pall of gloom

To cast away the lingering doubts

when you strolled away in thoughts

I bring the psalms to the doors

with worshipping men turbaned in hues of dots

When you swing on the swings and reach out for the skies

I silently mark my silence as the silent spectator’s guardian dove,

come sit under my canopy which shades from the day as my abode

And then my pestilence grows with the full moon

lurking in the eastern skies as an omen

of windward love-change that deepens

I come to see the moon as your aide by your side

with your arc and bow arrow bent

But your music is annoyance to the evening’s clime

as darling, it is dressed in the darkness of eastern rhymes

I press to walk harder than to amble the pavement

in hiding behind the hour’s veil and loitering,

as the hour is hung from the mid-air

And the dusk is behind our heels,

lapping to elope into night

I see maidens wearing sunglasses under the steady moonlight

They are again annoyance to the evening’s clime

but they fear more than they are loved, that anything said

would be taken as an argument against them as obscure as they are

and fame be ushered in is an annoyance to the moon

who yearns and yearns for thousand pretty girls.

In the end, it is an open evening sky

stretched as widespread as the balmy air

when one must try liberating the human soul from ghettos of love

But an evening pall of gloom has deepend by Jove.


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