THE VEIL OF THE NIGHT
And when the veil of the night is gone
how beautifully my sight would cross the clouds
rushing to heaven like a radiant beam
approaching your profound, your wide arena
the place of deep boldness, your lonely pride
of nobody heard and nobody seen .
How high my pursuing passion would tread
over an endless space, of time bygone
and the Ocean with increasing waves
would drown my mind my thoughts
silently, as the passive sinking bark
and any of my living breath.
How beautifully I would have found
your still unruffled personality
mild as your dreams in innocence,
speaking in its own loveliness
deeply buried behind your unfretted brows
and dark eyes like a pale sunset.
The veil of the night is gone
resting is my tired sight
my bedecking smile of the radiant beam
will last for many a nights
my lips lay still caught in loveliness
of thy solemn apparition, everlasting
behind the clouds, refined and sublime.
August 2016. ©k.c.
Photo borrowed from my friend