LIKE A CATWALK…

 

 

 

A drop of nectar. the dewdrop

That seeketh  the feathers of a glow worm…

Similtudes one after another throng the mind        

 breeze, for touching you with my fingers…                                         

Like love locks rollicking in the soft breeze

In bashful ecstasy; your coquetry laughter peeling like

The chinkling of a hundred bells, mellifluously.

Peacocks in pavane on your cheeks of  damask rose;

Even the crescent moon will bow its head in  defeat

Before the transcendent apparition.

While the candied dreams blooms in the doe eyes

And the earth and heaven swoons in that illusion.

When the softest draft embraces the vales,

And the ripples of the blue lagoon reflects the hues

Of the sky in the placid water, fronted with lotus leaves.

Then the blossoms of your angelic smiles accost me

And you arrive in the sandal showering  night

On a palanquin  with the cupid’s arrows in your quiver,

To shoot into my heart, always hitting the bull’s eye.Image