Night falls with weighty silence-
mind rests, dreams arise
and the thoughts run.
But somewhere in this haze I’m awake.
A red scarf floats
before my overcast eyes;
from the mist you approach.
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Intriguing , disquieting , ethereal . Rahul’s poetic vignette certainly hits the spot……[ Editorial Note…A minor grammatical ponit, I stumbled over the line , ” a read scarf floats “. Should it be “reed” or “red ” ? ]
Thanks Louis for the comment and the correction. You are right, it should be ‘red’ and not ‘read’. I appreciate your reading each and every poem so minutely.
Wonderful, took me away…!
Thanks Suzanne.