The endless rain that ends tonight,
as the clouds wither away;
Through the clear skies and starlit highs,
the waning mistress dawns my day.
Her broken smile that fades,
and leaves me warm inside;
As she inches away to her secret place,
behind which she may hide; From her fears.
Never in her darkest days,
does she ever let me see,
the joyful pain, she hides behind,
her mask of blasphemy.
I stare at her, breathlessly,
a million miles away;
And wish for her to wax again,
while I bathe in her wane
By: Viraj Belgaonkar