Visions of the evening...

With the slathering of slanting rays of the evening sun,
  The swirl of the the water dance for a story to be spun,

My thoughts trickle down with a gurgling sound,
  Where the senses get lost yet securely to be found,

Music which floats with the bells around the ankle,
  Free to live and not bound to any form of shackle.

I find myself thinking of you in the transient of forms,
  Evolving in the different avatar not the usual norm.

Contemplating your touch so soft and yet scintillating,
  A waft of fragrance come to brew and enveloping.

Could the sun become brighter or is it my eyes' shine,
  Have I touched heaven or reached destiny of mine.

All the pensive brooding are no where to be seen,
  Bells of my ankle remind me where I have been.

The gurgling of the flowing cascades murmurs on,
  Gathering my scattered thoughts let past be gone.

Descending to the world where other eyes look at me,
  Placid I become where my emotions are not free.