For Antara

The mellow embrace of blue,
With a silent whisper of white,
Dipped gently in lavender,
Flowing fill into sight.

The quiet stretch of infinity,
Peering deep into the soul,
An ocean of serenity,
Washing away the toll.

An impossible canvas beheld,
Each stroke brushed past,
Dark painted darker,
A memory etched last.

Persuasive, pristine, perfect,
A shapeless void in flight;
That, my dear,
Is the beauty of night.