Four flowers bloomed this morning at the horizon and the world is drenched wet in tears the skies wept for joy, maiden of the dawns, I saw you pluck stars for your basket of prayers before the hours and now you are gone, past the windswept edges.
I see your presence that has filled the peals of light peering into my chamber this hour before deed. Sombre noons when the koel cries for her beloved I hear your footsteps jingle in the distant wood. When the lamps of longing are lit at dusk, send
rains that soothe the valleys and the winds that caress the river weepingΒ Β for the sorrow of loss.
Deep in the nights, your silences more sonant than the footfalls that waken the grazing deer. I saw your smile behind the untended fires in the heart of the cavern, but I did not hurry. And now I hear myself echoing in the quarters.