On my Terrace

Walking on my terrace
Every evening before sunset
I melt my worries into blue grey skies
and steal rose pink crayon blushes
to warm my night.

Venus ever true glimmers
A Coquetish nose stud
On some etherreal woman
Veiled by Rayleigh particles.

Should she reveal herself
The sky would become
An Orchestra
Painted in Rainbow serenades.

I feel ultraviolet, elongated
Stretched into infinity's
Neverending clasp.
Snared by brick red fire walls
shimmering dissolute,
On the Western front

The lady's timeless castle
Trembling towards
Nightfall.

One with your mystery
Aligned with nameless memory
feeling the expanse
Of your  divine mindscapes
In flux,
Alterations of phases
Synchronous with
Our soulscapes.

Perhaps my blue sky world
Is your mind games
manifest as
Rooftop of my reality.

Perhaps the entire Milky Way
Is but a singulat thought
Zapping through a trail
Of neurons
leaving Starlit corridors
In it's wake.

I descend the staircase
rapt, 
Soul satiated with
Our twilight rendezvous
My Passionate encounter
With your elegantly staged
Evening mystery.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016