Twilight Longing

 

The sun prepared to fall 

a slow descent into the arms of the horizon,

draped in golden-orange silk,

etching its legacy

across the vast canvas of the sky.

And there 

the moon lingered, watching,

bashful, veiled in pearly mist,

eyes brimming with yearning

and unspoken dreams.

She watched him go,

every evening 

the same ache,

the same silence.

A love never named,

never returned.

She longed

for a fleeting glance,

a warm caress

of his golden fingers.

To meet, just once,

beneath the open heavens,

in the full bloom of day,

wrapped in an embrace

that time would never forget.

But she waits 

always waits 

to write a love story

not in the stars,

but in history.

A tale soft with longing,

fragile yet eternal,

effervescent with hope,

fragrant with desire.

©®Madhumita