The golden tear of silent grief that falls
From the eyes of mutely weeping twilight
At the demise of the day sighing its last breath
Or is it a drop of honeyed elixir from the heaven
That falls through the opening gates of paradise
That welcome the tired sun in its velvet embrace
Or is it the glimpse of the smile of the night
As the north star rises on the acme of the horizons
And the ebon veil of the night is spread
With the incandescent pearl of the moon
That melts in sorrow of separation from beloved sun
And the sparkling gem of diamonds studded
Like frozen fireflies smiling in sleep in dark woods
Are they but evaporated dreams from eyelashes
And hopes that shine to mar the dejection of the raven night
The last drop of golden sunlight in the womb of ebon ocean
Is but like another soul lost within the darkness of Styx
While the Narcissus looks on in dispassionate silence
Lost in admiration of own bloomimg beauty…