In The Deepening Gloom

[Guest guest]

In the deepening gloom, night spreads her wings, like a dark

Butterfly, we awaken, unfurl our wet wings, emerge from

Another shore, we are castaways of a sunlit day.

 

We are the hollow flutes of Krishna,

Dancing girls and goat herders, we are Lovers of another

Song, the mystic rose opens in our heart of hearts,

Wafts its scent to the vagabond on a runaway train,

We are echoes of Love, like the whistle in the night,

 

Return.

 

Always return.

 

 

 

YIL,

Ana

 

7/14/06