Sundown’s satiny rufescent, converges me reliably;
Punctuating lightly, this soaking evening.
Quicksilver surges wheedles me; this roosting shell;
Moistening my dried out wellsprings of nihilities.
Sunkissed granules underneath, emit a rhythm;
Their thawing breaths, mellow my wintry heart.
Numbness trickles evenly, conjuring life in my bushed senses;
Forking up a cherubic vox to my strains of recondite silence.
Yet, an unplumbed presence I be, to the snuggling winds;
Fathoming into me, a hoped tale of its spiritedness.
Woolgather I, etching my substance against the sand’s bosom;
Desiring to be an ephemeral essence in its everlastingness.
Image I myself, unwittingly, a sun endued shadow;
That sprucely mimes my callosity, in all panoramas.
Saltating with me, fazed, to melodic line of tides;
Playing hide and seek, alike the sunny gleam.
Search I, my tinge, amidst the ascending hues of dusk.
Who am I…….., beyond this calcified bulwark?
Unnamed, unvoiced, I wait for dawn’s halcyon beam;
To feel the velvety orbit of my tempered realm, again.
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