Carved from the wings of ravens
She shone like polished onyx
Chortling and gliding through the endless night
She entered into my dreamless sleep
Her auburn hair, graceful like the Niagra falls
And her skin, smooth and gilded
Like the kiss of sun’s loving rays
Her eyes like a shining mirror
But which broke as I looked
Shattered into a thousand pieces
Shattering my dream
But still, there she was.
Somewhere in the dark
Looking at me
As she shied away from the sun’s warmth
And hid behind the folds of dark
She waited.
And still waits for me.
The writer is in class XII, Bhavans Vidya Mandir, Kodungallur, Thrissur
