Aubade for Inam by Jagari Mukherjee

A yellow-throated bird sings outside my window

and I open my eyes from a dream

of you beside me. 

The Sun is a welcome guest

and whispers from the curtain

my dream of you.

The sky turns a sharp white

with the spring in its step

and shyly tries to enquire of 

my dream of you.

Last night, we merged in harmony

and in gratitude. Then we merged

again in a dream that lit up

my morning.

I caress the space beside me

on the bed preparing to 

welcome you like the Sun

for all my remaining nights.

The yellow-throated bird sings

of my dream of you.

From Letters to Inamorato