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