Feb 3, 2011


She bathes the sky with her gentle glow,
Crawling across the sky
Like a baby standing on its own two feet.
She rises slowly, out of the cradle:
The cradle of stars, with their brilliant light,
Amidst the leafless trees
Amidst the hills
Amidst the memories.


Rajesh said...

Wonderful Imagery. Enjoyed the read.

PsycheBubbles said...

hmmm... a very subtle post! Like! :)