Poems By Arjava

FEATURELESS grey-white cloud

Wrapping the earth in a shroud,

Muting the foam-lilt tune

Of sea-bewitching moon.

Silence sprung from no womb.

Gathered about with gloom

And un shape of Not-Being,

Glimpse less to mortal seeing.

Un transitory Beam

Behind earth-shapes that seem ;

Shore to the last dim wave :

Death's ultimate grave.