It was a piteous day of tears
And of mute fascination hour after hour.
Leaves falling in a frame of pensive mood.
Wordless message carved on tremulous lips

The wings of desire encircle the ravishing form
The brave heart holds on without a tilt of balance
The oyster-eyes fling enticing beckoning
Yet in the bosom, the distillation of tears

Untold words mad like the arms upraised
Light and shade play moment by moment
Rhythmic messages sway in wordless tinkle
And enshrine the serene night in rich fragrance

Unsaid words amass densely in vapour, gossamer
And ring in rueful tune the withheld feelings
And thus a day slowly brims with tears
Which distil into the bosom in quiet despair.