Arcane Images

The past night’s promising scent tastes sweet still in my ears,

Ere long thy radiance fadeth in the waning night

Suffusion of hues wraps our bounded temples again.

How enthralling to be hushed and be enveloped

In such embrace, such caress, such gentle kisses.

While the gales and heaven’s dews connive to glance at us

We had simply withdrawn and paint ourselves in black

And momentarily we’re devoid with our sharpest sense.

They’re real, real luscious cherries------- I feel them

With warmth, like the sunbeams in the maize of morn.

As we close our windows, we feel the shifting seasons

And so … we die in neglect......