THEN there was  night.
The Night was well illuminated .
However , there was no full Moon ,
 there were no Floodlights either.
 Even the candle ,
 after dutifully burning
 had written
their own waxy eloquent obituary.

    And there was Music.
 The Music was soft ,
 in harmony with the breeze
 flowing around ,
but there was no Band
 Not even recorded music..
 There were no instruements either.
 Even the rich poignant tunes
 of love
stirring the Heart
could not be traced.

    There were palaces
, with beautiful Architecture ,
 blooming gardens,
sidewalks ,Ponds
 and of course, nooks of solitude
in between Pine trees .
The Marble was glistening ,
the Granite was impeccable
 but there was no one around.

    And then I dreamt of you.
 I could see
the well illuminated night,
feel the Music
stirring my Heart
and I had visions
of walking alongside you
holding your hand,
surveying
the empire of love
 all around
 and everything found a meaning
for a Prince
in love with a Princess.
 

~Mukul~

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