Soul in Throe!

Everytime,
When  the Sun reclines on the distant horizon
as the dusk flys by,
a soul far away awaits for obscure night to fall
upon the golden sky;
As darkness dawns inch by inch...
ripping the golden sheets,
a ghost like figure, pale in white
awakes from her deepest sleep!
   
Soon the flaming ablaze sets behind the placid lake
burning the house in red aglow,
the obsolete place comes to life
with a room lit dim in candle,
over the lake sweet breezes blow;
A lady in white moves inside,
leaving the earthy floor untouched
almost like floating, blessed with such a grace;
by the window she halts her feet,
standing against the cold cold breeze...
glimmering skin shines like pearl,
Oh! such an angelic face!

Ogle eyes fixed at sky,
looking for some sign above,
stares wider blankly in dark;
ignoring all those blinking stars,
all she does is wait and wait..
till the crescent moon sparks!
When the moon recedes from above,
she asks the moon to find her love
who's gone to the country behind the lea;
as she pleas the moon to speak...
speak something she lives to hear,

a news from the island across the sea!

So rapt and lost in her thoughts,
she weaves the web with dreamy threads
of love she waits for days and nights;
and all she lives to see the day,
a promise once made for return
as the moon shines high full and bright!

As the moon shines high full and bright
the lost one will come back to home
to end her dark and lonely nights!