Night Light
Presence and absence,
The play of lights.
When the eyes close-
Into dreary darkness.
The iris craves for its delight.
The companion of Iris-
The Light.
It wanes and waxes-
To fill his presence-
To drink it in –
The great magnifier of Beauty-
The Light!
The Day is waste:
Without the Light.
The Night is mundane,
Without moon’s dewy light.
The stars that shine,
Is nothing without his absence.
The Beauty within-
Is unseen without the Light.
A blissful babe slumbers–
With her lids heavy-
Looking at the candle and its dancing red flame.
Her comfort in the dark.
Little does she know –
The candle vanishes with Time –
While she sleeps.
And the Morning Sun kiss her lids to wake.
The blooming pupils – wake to meet the Creator’s Light.
Same goes on –
It is the Story of Life.
~Tania Alphonsa George
Kollam, India
Beautiful ❤️
My lady ❤ love ?? as always its magnificient