Along the night of sullen streets
Glistening still with twilight rain
Float and fall a thousand leaves,
Braiding pain in hundred wreaths –
Season now of broken hearts.
Wrapped around the seeping earth
Flap the scented winds of rain
And blow my way with breezy grace
Pictures of those rippling days
Sparkling still in wistful gaze.
Strange the ways of heart it seems –
Who knows how in seasons long,
In ways we never learnt in full,
The tides, they came and merging on
Surged together for some shore
Where they may in bridal song
For themselves some castles build.
I in golden muslin light
Stranded now in distant lands
Swarming with some unknown tongue,
Search for those in silent gaze
In those smiling eyes of yours
Which keep seeking dream-lit men,
Straddling who-knows-what green lane!
My verbs, they lack the Protean arts:
Season now of broken hearts…