Early Evening Reviere

I a dream in your open eyes

You a reverie in my closed lids

I your glass of fine french wine

You my aqua plain, I drink to survive...

I your porcelain ashtray, used now and then

You my locket of faith, tied to me invain..

I your wants and needs, I come and go

You my soul's compass, which I follow

I your siesta of pleasure, opium of joy

You my heart's realm, none can destroy 

I a thousand words falling on your ears

You my silence divine, solitude I revere

I your seasonal bloom, I come and go

You my evergreen pine, I never forgo

I a transient shadow, I a dream, I your interim blithe 

You my constant feel, a bona fide, my enduring mirth !

~Manjuri~