Krishna

Like a song of joy, humming
On dreaming wings,
He whispers into my heart
Sweet nothings,

Wreathing my face with smiles
Reaching out to Him through
The distant miles,

My body sways to His dulcet call,
Rising now, then heaving to fall,

Stretching out for the heaven-
Sent nectar, the holy dust
of His feet,
The hallowed space where
my Lord and I meet

Where exists only He, only
His all consuming bliss
And my entire being is given
To the Eternal’s lingering kiss