Nights in white satin

Nights in white satin,
Never seem to end.
Letters are written,
Never meant to send.
On the terrace of house,
In the company of companion of night,
Watching the steady stars
And the ivory moon in flight.

From infatuation slowly,
True love did grow,
My heart with many,
Joyful thoughts did glow.
Solitariness of sky,
No more resided my soul-
Ceaseless benevolence and life did flow !

The screen of stars,
Of unclouded unconsciousness did seem
And as clouds parted-
My thy did beem,
Fool was I to write endless letters to Him,
Besides always He was,
Taking care of me.

September'2004