the setting sun

The Grey Havens
The cry of a gull
tinges the azure expanse
with an endless calm.

And then she whispers
soft, her cherry lips parted
amidst open grass.

Storming clouds gather
she trembles like a flower
curled in the night winds.

Imploring, she turns
her eyes hazel, and wistful
drawing me away.

In the rain we walk
the two of us, holding hands
to the grey havens.
- By Nikhil Hemrajani



Translation: Arm in Arm, they walked into the horizon, little realizing that the sun in their skies was setting & it would be a long, long time before it would rise again.