My Stella - No 76 Poem by Prabir Gayen

My Stella - -76
Thy embrace

The storm drenched my heart and I am deluged with waft from some mystic space.
The sound of breeze through open airspace,
The fragrance from a deflowered bud set
Me out of me.
I was shut up in my own small cabin and
undergo the pain of love.
The beauty of love that thou hold for long as unknown, unseen something rings a cord in me.
Thou art a mind without mind and my mirror,
the emptiness within emptiness,
The space that holds space.
The little candle within me drifts not the darkness, yet it shadows the golden light from inner radix.
The kiss that vanished in pluvial air,
The warmth of bosom that cooled in unknown fear,
the eyelids and gaze that blinked out of breathtaking abundance,
Have shown in thy overseer a nook of alcove,
Beauty's perennial garden of our honeymoon.
A mirror reflects a mirror and we art one with a song ever youthful and newish.