THE ANGEL OF DARKNESS

In stark darkness

Under the sky starless,

In the uninhabited wilderness

As I sat smelling the nothingness,

I was woken from my slumber

And I felt something under

The moist humid air,

I lent an ear,

But could not hear

Anything other than the wind blowing through my hair,

I caught a whiff of tuberose,

Passing with the trickle of night dews,

Magical,

Mythical,

I looked ahead sensing someone angelic,

Soon she entered my vision like lightening,

I just caught a glimpse of her fairy face,

Rustled through my skin her silk lace,

The long tresses with the dewdrops glistening,

Her lips to the night whispering ,

I looked in awe,

She never saw

Me looking at her surprised,

Looking into her cool blue eyes,

Like air in disguise,

She vanished before I realised,

Or could manage to speak to her,

Still unaware of where she came from out of nowhere;

Who was she?

What was she?

Was she an angel?

Or a fairy fallen?

May be she was just a passing soul,

In an angel's role!

To be one with nature,

Feel in the dark her Creator,

To love and hold,

All creatures new and old,

Pat and stroke,

New life invoke ,

Some to console

And also condole

The human errors,

In plundering the natural treasures,

Whoever she was,

Was beautiful and shone like the stars,

She left me with so much to ponder,

I still look for her, when in the wildernesses I wander,

Wanting once to hold her gaze,

I roam around in a dreamy daze.

©Madhumita