the sound of darkness
a holy hush
descends
on the hills
the king crow
and the green
bee-eater
and the pied
bush chat
have yielded
their dominion
crepuscular
colours
paint
the horizon
where cloud
and hill
kiss or
fail to kiss
like parting
lovers
in unwilling hurry
the chengi
river
receives
the garmented
sky
from the
hindu village
teaked
from view
cascade
the darkling horns
into the vale
and from the vale
toward the hills
rolls
the muezzin's
catabatic call
a choir of crickets
contribute
their refrain
inspired
by the humid heat
and sound
for a while
becomes
the unseen
the unrevealed
the unknown
the darkness