Tonight invokes the power and delicacy
Of the silver moonlight and crazy shadow,
Imagine them in motion, not stillness,
Cast moving lights over the water in silence,
Reconstruct the time and space by loss
In a luminous meditation of misery and elation.
Of constant anguish, anger and severe pain
Eyes imploring, doing away with a deadly rival,
Telling never to look away but always to face
All they say about you can never be true.
Drawn to hazard, yet discover the hidden delights
Dawn is on the way, the clocks have wound forward,
People may not notice but your world is changing
Rewards or risks can be very high in the heart of life.
If poems were paintings ,then works such as this would have pride of place in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.
agree with louis….beautiful read
Gopal recalls the dramatic richness of the imaginative Elizabethans and intellectual vigor of Browning in this powerful piece of poetic dialogue for me as a reader. Words glide effortlessly and a taut surface shimmers with a gentle tension of a hand half in poise/ half in motion composing lines in restive mind on a moon-lit night, near a grove of sacred trees that cast lengthening shadows on the beach, producing a marvellous mix…
Thanks Louis, Nalini and Sunilji for the wonderful comments. Grateful indeed.