Thee and Me at ‘dusk’~by Bipul Banerjee

 

 

Thee and Me at ‘dusk’

I may not have the love of lips and eyes,

The traditional ways of love:

But in my heart I built a Paradise,

A nest there for the dove.

I experienced the wings of light that flew through

The door I held apart:

And all without was shadow at ‘dusk’,

but I knew The little bird within my heart.

Then, when the innermost with music beat,

The voice I loved so long

Seemed only the dream echo faint and sweet Of a far sweeter song.

I could not even reflect the thought

I felt Of Thee and Me therein;

And with silver heat I strove the veil to melt

That love to love might win.

But ah,

my dreams within their fountain fell;

Not to be lost in thee,

But with the high ancestral love to dwell In its lone ecstasy.