Silver up the Castle wall Sang on the dome of City Hall And the river rang with it Running laden from the hills I breathed it all, but it went on Silver untempered in the air Cold effusion, soft illusion Following me home Two doves, soft with silver In all its shades, and some were new Puttering under the bare-barked tree Arched heads muttering, not to me Soon fled softly, left behind the sky Behind the blossoms heavy with it White sprung with silver On a bed of sky of it or softer She returned closer alone Searching for a love less woebegone? To be nurtured by another’s song? I was already singing - to God Maybe He listened with her silver head And sang through mine Hers bent to the side for a long time And I ached with love at the sight of it And she went on and I went out And silver followed me Calling from a shop of chandeliers And the foil of coins of chocolate

Sumangali MorhallFebruary 2005

Photograph by Prashphutita