The lustreless awning in soliloquy
Beckons the numinous perceive
In the aura of cornucopia glee
The autumn sonata croons the chorale
Lost love in lonesome suave
Harping the tune of yester mauve.
When the bluish violet outshone rest
Amid the florid colours at its best.
The new moon drifted into gloomy clouds
To kindle the silhouette, the goddess divine
The sultry clouds lost in gloomy air
A rift amidst the midnight choir
Singing the chorus of cosmic dance
Prince charming and mermaid’s romance.
Gone are the days of merry tales
Now is storm amid lonely gales.
Even when the cabalistic moon shines
Seems as if the bright devil dines
Noshing amid the fallows of wilderness
Seeking the real flawless caress.
Nothing left except memoirs
The past amatory escapades
A spark to dear old delight
To ignite the latent light.
Is it a mystic dream?
Living, cuddling past
Forgetting the zest?