A Gentle Word

A gentle word
Can birth
A village of hearts
Willing
To forge…
Willing
To complement your force…

Every Evening

A poetic interpretation of the unspoken light banter between two elements of nature.

“Give them back to me!”

Demands the ocean as the sun rises every morning

And every morning, “I will” the sun says

“As soon as I kiss you goodnight, my darling.”

And every evening he moves closer

And every evening she blushes pink

And every evening the sun dies

To return her velvety starlit skies…

Every evening…

– Priyadarshika