Mistress of Midnight

A silence so beautiful

resonates from silver lined dunes.

Molten star dust trickles

into a kohl-eyed darkness.

Her long black silken veil

seems woven by a milky band.

Embroidered onto her abaya,

the glitter of a thousand stars.

She arrives quietly

on a wind chariot

and ignites her mysterious mood.

The crescent moon of dawn

unties her thick shadowy tresses

and empties his silvery cup of dew

into her flowing star studded gown.

She casts a sleepless spell -- eerie but erotic .

Rhythmic breaths dissolve

into an eternal hypnotic stillness.

The skies want to celebrate tonight

with a shower of falling stars.

Awe filled yearning hearts

wait to steal a wish-laden glimpse,

as the glow from their magic wands
reflects in drown able eyes.

She disappears into the horizon

leaving dreams on closing eyelids...

Who are we,

but mere spectators,

in the desert’s soulful ode

to the mistress of midnight…

: : Describing an overwhelming  experience of desert camping with an astronomy group  , on the night of the meteor shower. Thanks to all those fellow star gazers who silently but enthusiastically organized the ‘”star party” ...for each one to wish upon a star! It was an experience of a life time. Truly magical.

From the beginning of this year, I was feeling disappointed about having missed the New Year fireworks in spite of being there to view them. Now I don’t.  I got to experience nature’s fantastic celebration!