Sinking

I was roaming around the evening sky

With all of my consciousness

And a humming sound of silence in evening wood

Wrapped me all the way around

In that twilight

In the dark bluish wood

A gentle adoration of universe enfolded me

Toward the fulfillment

I was sinking into me in obvious pace   

It was only in quest of

A hand of love

A touch of warmth

A feel of closeness

That protected me

From that absolute sinking

I was about to touch

The absolute bottom of mind

In the evening dark

In the whispering wood

In that twilight also

The absolute sinking was inexperienced

In quest of a worm touch