A Magic Moment Poem by Kishore Asthana

At the end of the day, lying in bed
In the dim light, I look at her face
And, in a magic moment
Of transcendental tenderness
I am her lover no more -
I am all her loves combined

My lips press her forehead, as her mother's blessing
My touch on her face, is her father's grace
My hand on her hair, her daughter's care
And my loving smile, her son's affection

The very beat of my heart changes
And evokes her grandsons two
She can't see me, for her eyes are closed
As I look at her anew

She is as she's always been
But I am not me, at this time
Just by the power of her love
She has made me more sublime

The moment passes, all too soon
She opens her eyes, and, in a flash
I am her lover again
But deep down I know
I am, truly, much much more

KA