Consonance
Suneet Madan posted under
Tale-a-thlon S4: Poetry
on 2024-08-06
All night long
The first moon of Spring
Sprinkles its magic potion
My heart murmurs an unwinding song
I breathe in this quietness
Of expanding dark
Counting stars
In the scattered shells
Brought to shore by turning tides
Drunk on the ambrosial emulsion
I twine the threads of moonlight
Gathering oneness
All night long