Lit within, lit without,
Swathed
in glow of sun and sea,
Girl
with a drop of light
Nestled
against your cheek;
Turning,
just-parted lips
Rosy
from the touch of his brush;
Who
were you, who are you,
Enigmatic
child?
Whence
comes that look,
What
can it mean,
In your mind, or in his?
A
pearl suspended from her ear,
Her
luminous face
Laid
gently on
A
backdrop dark as night,
Gathers
into her eyes
And
porcelain cheek
Reflection
of his mastery of light.
A
moment, a gleam, a thought, a smile
Fixed
– despite philosophy –
In
a pearl that hangs in her ear,
Whose
face lights up the night.
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2 comments:
Love that "drop of light". Such a glowing verse.
Thank you, dear Renuka.
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