Is it dusk falling quietly or the inky curls of your tresses?
Is it moonlight or my nights awash with your bounteous glance?
Is it moon or your bangles glistening from afar?
Are these stars or your embellished drape billowed out?
Is it a perfumed gust of breeze or the scent of your youth?
Is it the rustle of swaying leaves or you have whispered something in your mellow voice?
I have lost the track of time musing upon it whilst I already know……
That you are nowhere around, nowhere to be found
But my unmalleable heart reiterates you are not far off
Lingering somewhere close by