THE INTENSE NIGHT 

in the seizure of those eyes, life, 

seems to be pretty than 

imagination, in 

every step

a new

freshness,

every moment, a new hope, the

renewed vigor, be scattered

like flower porridge

in the stony

paths,

in every direction, waking dreams,

everything beautiful, aromatic

feelings, melting moment;

with impulsive flame, 

the emergence

of full moon

gradually - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Moon Rising over Fog Clouds Painting by Elliott Daingerfield