Eventide Stanzas Poem by Agatha Eliza

The night is crawling down

like a veil of silk upon your shoulders;

it slips until it reaches the heels,

and then quickly breaks asunder..



Beneath the concrete, I do hear

the bitter cries of frozen leaves

they were once green, and now..

they're dead; painted in the

colours of a cosmic crimson red!



I see the stars fading from the sky

as the darkness is getting blurred,

the light is plunged into unknown-

universe of dying, mortal souls!



In solitude, a tiny beam of light

is still dancing in the lantern;

the course of brittle dreams seems

to bleed on poetic lavish reveries,

melting in autumn's gloomy stream.



My beloved, in the grasp of dawn,

I'd gladly take your loving hand,

again, to kiss this world 'good-bye'

as our sparkle dies into the lantern!