In The Arms Of The Night. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Night! Thy embrace is a magic wand,
Without thee, what is all morning's wealth?
Night! In thy solemn twinkling notes
I am into my peaceful moments.

The distant dales are asleep now,
Not even a chirp, wind is quiet in the meads.
Brooks in the forests play the sweetest notes
A singular howl is the only rejoinder.

In thy wings I am into a land of dreams,
I am instantly taken to different streams.
Thou a visionary - have a premonition,
All the Future is in thy hearth, a real companion.

Come, the blessed barrier between day and day,
Lull me into thy deepest springs.
Oh! Dear mother of joyous health,
Let me in the morn' wake as a lotus flower
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08/11/2012