Dinner

Hiss of night’s riding the wings of concealed wind
sailing over the frosty cliffs unknown to the eagles' eyes
sprinkling white flakes it gobbled at the distant snowy rind
into the mane of weeping trees, with a snoopy heart that pries

I’m all dressed in black and my Tuxedo’s flawless
moods are in excess and boots are getting restless

The sky is studded with flickering patrician gems
purple cloud is wavering like an impish glossy veil
moonlight’s spilt on whispering woods by heaven’s realms
moorlands are basking in mountain breeze’s blessed sail

dishes you love are served
our table is well reserved

Olive leaves are wringing in luminous slender blue
floral pristine aroma’s emanating from every nook
serene green valley is coaxing the glum spirits that rue
with cornfield’s golden glitter and a sparkling silver brook

violins are playing and candles were lit
jasmines and champagne are all well set

Evening haze’s descending on the verdant mounds
ambiance is dappled with clusters of quails that fill
quixotic tinge is floating beyond the lyrical bounds
precious moments are flying like a fidgety seagull quill

all things are in place
but for your splendid grace

The music’s withering away
I’m alone and can dance no way
it’s an opulent table, but is turning cold
tantalizing night is fast growing old
menu’s losing its flair
curtains are donning a vacant stare
and I’m still sitting in my chair
wishing for the scent of your hair.

Galloping clock is haughty
but your chair is still empty
as I keep on waiting..............
........to dine with you tonight.