sometimes at dusk

I’m swept away in thought

when I see the night,

just before it quietly blooms

incanting visions of you

as pale haloes

of the waking street lamps

as mingling recondite shadows

these are like the shades of the heart

the subtle hues, that set us apart

testify that our souls were once alone

like the way these shadows,

when i stare - render sometimes,

your face like a charcoal smear on the dark

and your gazing eyes caught in a single

breathless instant when you plainly

stare back, desireless, emptied

setting on the gasping silence

of the image before our minds

which is no longer familiar

but an invisible passion

a swirl of contained emotions

without words or meanings

a restless hot opalescence

there, we behold love and it is strange

it is strange and it is real

if only for that single breathless instant

when we saw, only through the shades of the heart

and knew nothing ~

Not even a name  ~end~