Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The dusk of life

When the psychedelic colours of my glass bangles fade
When the mischievous twinkle in my eyes is lost
When the ebony of my hair no more cascades like a magical night
When the autumn leaves fall and the spring becomes my past

When my kohl lined eyes no more beckon with a whispered promise
When the swish of my silken skirt no more raises a desire
When my fragrance is no more of the earth awash with rain
When the darkness no more glows with embers of passionate fires

When my mind is wise and my being subdued
When the sun glows red and the shadows are cast
When the flitting fire flies glow and the lantern is lit
Will you still come home at dusk with wild flowers I ask