Bhaskar
09-28-2005, 12:22 AM
Supple as a wish,
the tendrils of her song
sprinkled the night
like stained glass.
Astors and arabesques
splashed in the sounds;
the trills of blue
and citrus in E flat major,
before drizzling into the night
a trail of nameless colors warbling in their wake.
I met her at the library today.
She laughed
and I named the colors of her eyes.
the tendrils of her song
sprinkled the night
like stained glass.
Astors and arabesques
splashed in the sounds;
the trills of blue
and citrus in E flat major,
before drizzling into the night
a trail of nameless colors warbling in their wake.
I met her at the library today.
She laughed
and I named the colors of her eyes.