May, 2009

Is this mine?

Or thine?

I see only you

Your reflection

The bright yellow

Golds of ray

Spreadeth through

My minds eye…

Bringing the many hues.

The gold adorned

Blue Bosom….

The bands on the

Arms…!

The silk drapes?

The feather brushes

My countenance.

Oh Lord, God,

My Krishna,

To you

I bequeath

This Life!