Poems By Arjava

IF at joy's noon you are the sun,

A sapphire-girded flame,

Each veering crescent and half moon

Turns light ward memory's aim

When noon is done.

If one star fills the day bright thought,

The myriad glitter-play

Of evening spreads in a thousand rills

For the delta of dreams that ray

Which you have brought.

If the new moon leave my barren sky

Emptied of thoughts of you,

Behind this bleakening world receive

From a shrine the votive blue

Petals of ecstasy.