Balcony Vi Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

On tiptoe you came
The playful hiss
Of the scarf touching
The marble floor

The candle lit
In the corner of the room
Into gold is turned
Everything visible

The silver of the moon
From the window
The dark silhouettes
Of the trees behind

The climber on the window
Hanging flowers
In white and red
The hanging on the wall
A miniature of the lady
Eyes wide open
For the love she sees

In the city of love
The rooms are built
Of gold and marble
Seen but in reality
They are the dust
Of the feet of lovers

Like musk and amber
The red of the carpet
From pashmina of Kashmir
The silk drapes in indigo

A song of love my dear you sing
The moments tonight are forever
16/10/2008