If I could lend a pierce of darkest night
To your crepuscular charms
To your fragments of windy rhapsody where
Your facial invitation arranged in social alertness
Etched in every etherized instances
Like an effort to unnerve a historical play
Meant for paving scribbles of social dialect
But which organises superficiality of happiness-
Then you would understand how the aqueous rainbow
Frowns at storm's ordeal and how the anguish of grey cloud
Perishes in rain's clarity-Your remembrance in disguise
Treads a short prologue, vies for that divinity.