The Spirit of Love

As I gazed at the stars
Strewed in the heaven above,
A great ecstasy possessed me
And it rose again,the spirit of love.
Soon it grew restless in me,
As I looked far down to the shimmering sea.

I walked out of my cottage
On that warm summer night,
Filled with the bliss of solitude
Into that blessed heaven of moonlight.
My heart was light and I felt as though
I had drifted with the wind, blowing so low.

Dawn crept on……….
Slowly and steadily
Then I saw the first rays of the morning sun,
As though emerging from the sea that flowed so gently.
I heard the birds chirping that morning was here
And looked at the trees so evergreen and dear.

I sat there on the castle ruins
And noticed not the creeping hours of time,
I had not thought that it was a Sunday,
Until I heard the bells of the church chime.
And then towards the church I ran,
Down the path which was so less frequented by man.

My heart I felt was overflowing
With life’s sweet happiness and joy,
And then I knew that the spirit of love
Had bound me to all these natural things,
Just as a child is bound to his toy!

(This poem was written in school. Coming back from my school’s golden jubilee, the memories are so fresh in my mind. Couldn’t help but bring out the feelings from my school life here…)

~ by Ankita on October 30, 2007.