Shala!

In the quiet still
of a soulful moment
the soft flutter of grace
see yourself
in the white flowers
that surround the moon.
Your big eyes, like sarod
Conjuring up heavenly ragas.
Your big eyes, like a lake
reflecting autumn and tulips.
Your laughter,
stretched across the sky
Bringing down hails and drizzles.

You pull the dark clouds down
And make bubbles of joy.

You know the algorithm
that can retrieve butterflies.

This october midnight
the wooing sky, drumming head
the wind and sleepy stars
My caressed dreams
but the scented you
Among eighteen stars 
raining along oceans.
and you came down.
I am peering into the
shadowed depths of you
and seeing
the colorfully drenched soul
and those sparkling big eyes.