The Evening Musing

An imminent April evening,

The afternoon tea, a dusty city road-

And your hand on mine,

I left those far behind in time.

Here the ruddy glow of sun lingers long,

Before giving way to a calm twilight;

Like the after-taste of a passionate kiss-

That lingers long on taste-buds after it's finished.

Now all my evenings are dull and vapid,

Colored by the grey quotidian monotony;

A solitary moon hangs here-

Among an ocean of twinkling stars.

Unbidden, the night comes-

Dark, sultry, humid April nights;

The solitary moon shines night-long,

As it has been shining since eons.