WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

My deepest longing, whispered and untold,
Is not for sunlit days or vibrant art,
But just to be the coolness, soft and bold,
That kisses darkness, playing a sweet part.
To be the moon's own tincture, silken blue,
That spills across your window's fragile frame,
And paints your skin with hues that feel anew,
A whispered touch, a softly spoken name.
To trace the curves that slumber gently there,
And bathe your form in luminescence deep,
A silent lover, breathing moonlit air,
Where secret passions softly wake from sleep.
To be that glow, that intimate embrace,
Upon your window, beauty's resting place 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI