Poems By Arjava

STARS are fading

one by one,

yet within

there is a first dim twilight

from a spirit-sun.

In that pearl-grey gloaming

stern shadows disappear ;

still-half-whispered light is doming

graith and gear.

Cover me with silence,

frail sky that yearns for bliss,

send seeing born of hunger

for the silver kiss

from the lotus dawning

of yet-to-be sunrise

and for the amber lightening

as day-truth fills the eyes.