Spring’s Nocturne -Eashin Ibn Firoj

The light of day begins to fade,
As shadows fall in silent shade.
Beside the shore where rivers flow,
The breath of spring begins to grow.

​The forest’s hum has died away,
Where golden sunbeams used to play.
Through leafy veils, the starlight gleams,
To light the corners of my dreams.

​The trees are hushed in solemn sleep,
In silence dark and shadows deep.
While from afar, a cricket’s cry,
Floats through my room like a gentle sigh.

​A sudden bird-song breaks the air,
A momentary music there.
Then silence spreads its velvet hand,
To bring a peace across the land.

​The moon, a platter bright and gold,
With ancient grace and charms untold.
In silver hues, it paints the night,
A world transformed in ghostly light.

​The fireflies dance in rhythmic spark,
Against the velvet of the dark.
Like fallen stars upon the tree,
In February’s company.

​Oh, what a calm and tender night,
A pull of strange and deep delight.
This vernal dusk, so soft and long,
Is like a lover’s sweetest song.

​How can the heart forget this grace,
Or leave this quiet, hallowed space?
In every breath, a sign is rife,
A beckoning to a newer life.