Dissolved

At sixty to sunset.
I lay myself down.
On the terrace of
Cemented aspirations
I made believe
Cemetery of
Sanctified dreams.
A curlique in fetal stasis
I drank in a tired mouth
Of wistful sky.
Wisteria was I
Drooping in
Lanes of agony

And the sky
The blue pigeon egg sky
dappled with my dreams
Dabbled with my despair
Dissolved me.

I found firsthand succour
In his arms
Sweet sky blue dissolution.

I felt giddy
Like a teenage girl
On New Year's eve
Dieting the whole day
For midnight morsel's
Magic kiss.

The  earth spun
Below me.
But I was afloat
aflame in the
Sun of my desolation.

Crimson it's brush
painted my blush
Agonized ecstasy
In one breath.

The sky
I behold
holds me.

Beholder and
Beholden in bliss
Am I.

At Sixty to ecstasy...
All of my silent
Three Sixty degrees
Satiated.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016