Each night, the sea with the moon croons a lullaby.
The clouds sigh as the star-studded silver sky,
embraced by moonbeams, breaks into a song.
Gossamer dreams with wispy wings waft along,
lulling the Earth to sleep with their honeyed hum.
The gentle notes soothing softly strum
and weave into the lapping lyrics of the waves
unfinished yearnings that the shores do lave.
And then, in the unbidden break of dawn,
They sing an aubade to an upcoming morn
A new day, a new hope, a new life is born.
Mitali Chakravarty seeks harmony and in that spirit runs the Borderless Journal.