Misty Splendour

Heart’s willing to respond to the calls of the night mystically misty

Who beckons? It’s not clear from the haziness, but the soul is thirsty

To feel again the obscureness and playfully seek the long-forgotten feeling

Wait for the unrisen ones to understand the soul’s plea for life’s healing

On cannot be indifferent to the indistinct time at this hour of calling

Time to compose a new anthem for the night without the usual drawling

~Amitav