The Fading Horizon

The undulating horizon is ready to fold itself

Settle between the approaching darkness and taper off like the flame of a magic lamp

Streaks of otherworldly light add some mysterious glow to eventide

There could be the celestial eyes peeping through the intricately designed calligraphic signs

Eyes try deciphering the ancient texts that appear just before the day is about to retire

At this hour of profound silence, the celestial signs speak of darknesses desires

Nature’s art opens a window to the world that is about to give a meaning to approaching night

Placing the dreams in the emerging vault of the universe to keep them safe from intruders

For now, the folds appear elegant and the horizon languidly kiss the blushed sea

~Amitav