Thy Art

The moments I spend thinking about you, 

it is an essence of the perfumed meadow your are laying on..
Spring falls all over, aromatic,
rivers dancing and twilight gives passage to moon.
Night birds singing, embracing each others in celebration.
Elated around, joy is like fog
stealthy enveloped from either sides,
here, there,
and everywhere..

Those live moments when you are virtual
but appear in my thoughts…
People claim to have seen the beauty,
but I have seen you and your artistic presence...