Silverlight

By Diya V. Surjuse

In the pitch black of night, when a burning silence lingers,

In the chaotic realm of minds, of the far Odysseian singers,

When every nook is crowded,

And where every glimmer shrouded,

Crickets chirp a melody so profound

Discerning amongst this nothingness of sounds

Heralding love and poems of long,

Enters a spark with its sweet, aching song

Showered in silver dust, from the great orb of sky,

She trots in the eerie woods and in the fields of flourishing rye

A flash here and a speck there,

She illuminates the whole affair

The darkness is not potent anymore

And the silences too, are things of yore

We talked for aeons and we talked not a line,

We gulped in the goblets of our eyes soaked in brine

Then time has flown in a cruel blurry haze,

And I have to return to my old ridden days

Not sad anymore, I am grateful for the merry time

It'll be etched in my soul, like every word of this far-fetched rhyme

With farewell upon us, and the tipping of her hat

All I want to say is-

I love you to the moon, and to the stars beyond that

By Diya V. Surjuse