The Candle In Her Eyes

The eyes, burning calm on the midnight of lamps,

disembarked from the flow, behold the night unveil

like a candle in the wind,

defiant,

caught in the backwaters of the familiar sea,

something hit the waters without a wave or a ripple.

The candle in her eyes burnt steady.

Sushama Karnik

 Dainty, crisp and witty, the woman

stares at the crystal green,

the window half closing and half revealing

what was aimed and what was gained.

A body still supple and lean and a mind still scintillating.

The stars and the sky are best revealed

when watched from a window, crystal green.

Sushama Karnik.

Thanks for the image Karine Kergroac'h