satishverma

UNENDING

In downy pink I watch you go 
my sun, 
at night you will pluck moon flowers. 

In half-moon eclipse 
the morning glory will wake me up 
in dew, alighting whole night 

on the rose branch. I still smell 
your lips. The head aches in 
singing dark. 

Welcome again, my ghosts of new year. 


Satish Verma