What I Wept to the Queen of the Night

Once I struck my chance to communicate With a lapis studded Koel, and every night forth it cooled my eyes, with its musk laden soul, Some nights it whispered softer than the wind, Some nights it poured, Vials of honey kissed to the brim, Some nights when I angered it, it scorned, but it know naught: Our love is supple, Akin to a night with no bad weather, stark Beneath the consummate moon. O'er my sleep it cast its diaphanous gaze, Seeded my craving for the sheen of light it brought to my dreams. Sleep was a boon I dallied, until it offered to reside by my window once; Chirping to my ear, it pulled an overlet of wine, warm as the flame in its heart. Thrice, it must have kissed within my veil. When it finally supined, until the first rays of crimson, I found myself meditating its name o’er its rhythmic slumber. Heaved, my gentle assailant. “I see that you pine; But Time heals and you will forget me” said the Koel, Panicked I, if I hath held it privy to my tears that flowed from staying the nights long. Had it attempted to fly, it went not far, chained to my chest, like stars that Hung chained to the Sky. As Name engraved cannot be erased, half my soul I Sword off, to watch my Koel fly, Wistful but unblemished, my "Prayers for thy Health, Prayers for thy safety, Prayers for thy Happiness," and mine, When the Lord heeds thy piercing call to my name to Resurrect our story He writes.