A SILENT RETREAT

 

 

The evening sun has drawn a line

of silken dreams and fragrant thoughts.

We link the old with the new---

dusk to dusk, dawn to dawn.

A bird circles and retreats---

nestling calls and crashing tides---

we walk along racing time,

step by step, hand in hand.

Darkness descends as we pass, 

shadows chase and swallow life.

No one here, no one there

to see us on our path ahead.

 

The shadow ends.

A horizon shines.

A gleaming heart spreads a smile.

 

GEETA VARMA