Night, The Elixir. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Plowmen homeward return
Boatswain makes his last call.
Travelers leave the trail
Lanterns throw a light pale.

Moonlight swiftly glides
Singular chirp remains.
Foot steps presently recede,
Stars soliloquize.

Upon the hills
Clouds repose.
Among the fields
A wind chimes.

Not a lark
Not a limerick.
Only blank verses,
Lovers drink the elixir.

In a wave of cold
Man wraps a single fold.
In a pool of dream
Man floats sublime.

07/07/2017

Ravi Panamanna