Krishna’s Shores
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #16
Published in
Jul 5, 2022
A lass by the shores of a purple sea
Dreamt of her Lover and Paramour.
He rode to her in his ship of filial ecstasy
In the swagger of a crimson hour.
They swapped gazes as their body became
Vastly one and many-limbed and myriad of white.
The strolling gods indifferent but smiled at them,
And heavens into them unasked descended.
Nay, not a shore in a mind of light,
Not a half-lit sphere of Twilight-born,
But Krishna’s own immense paradise of delight,
In which his companionship is for ever won.
Souls that plunge into mire and earth’s darkness
Shalt arrive nude at the shores of Krishna’s ineffable bliss.
