An evening in May
when the fort burned
a restless sky
scattered its stars
down
to your feet
to trample upon
our lips brushed
in age old hieroglyphics
in an indite deciphered
in hidden horizons
Your sudden smile spoke of
ancestors and galloping horses
of a Maratha chivalry
witnessed by
a dying sun
a sudden flurry of sparrows
a sudden night flower of
dreams
a suddenness
of our shadows
turning
one
again
