Gentle By The Night Poem by Deb Panda

Gentle by the night, wished
beneath the hill to heven
a cot in land of crimson
admit; tripped the glories gild
often mindful, lyrics played
in soft hand; a dancing script
shifted from land to land
fast and real, Sum in past..
All, be legitimate; boast only
shame; and weal of ignorance
didn't we pinned for second-
play; written with giant utterance:
All this, in cage, heals odes to wonder-
wonder; not image, to wonder farewell-our.