At Twilight


Twilight is coming again
Lately my nights lack variety and interest
It’s a tedious repetition of routine
I’m resigned to the monotony of captivity
Waves of sameness of sound, time and tones
Hoping to hear of his glorious wisdom before I sleep
Smiling brightly amongst the stars
Will he rival for her brightness tonight
Does she wish to know him and love her as his servant
For it is she who holds his seething evanescent particles
He, the one who governs the galaxy of formation
My supernova of love, hope and knowledge
Oh love, will thee hear her plea tonight


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