secrets of birth of dewdrops
lie hidden, forgotten
are they elixir drops sprinkled
on earth’s face by angels ?
or tears of weeping moon?
imprint of wet kisses
of breeze on roses ?
or perpiration of passion
glistening on panes
of  lovers’ boudoirs ?
secrets of ambrosiac love
hidden within indecipherable depths
of eyes, oriels of soul
sealed behind fragrant lips
like an unfurled bud
or closed conch shells
but visible as a rainbow aura
on horizon of life
visible to discernible eyes…