By Sanjeev Naik

Ominous rain filtering in through
the clouds that collude in conference
to trap the light - light years of travel
and now stopped cold by water and
dust. But light prevails - peeking
through, voyeuring into my bedroom
window through translucent curtains
that are no match for her resolve.
There is a certain order to things
- every morning she arrives to wake me
stealing dreams and spiriting away
the last vestiges of reality.

Maybe one of these days I will trap her
in a hall of mirrors and never
let her go.

Sanjeev D. Naik 
December 24, 2000