Behind the poem:
For context, this was written from the point of view of a recently widowed man. He and his wife have spent their lives together, only parting ways when she became frail from old age. This is his reflection on her while battling the early onset of Alzheimer’s.
On an arctic winter night,
Just half past gloom.
You adorn a benevolent light,
Dare I compare it to the blue moon?
For it does not agitate,
but is settled, yet rare.
When our hearts annotate,
the reticence of the air.
It is with your pacific eyes
that I am possessed.
And that aura is so prize,
with your crown upon my breast.
Resting in the coolness,
of every one of your breaths.
I should be clueless,
of what was to come next.
At least, that is, the memory,
Ahead of your sudden demise.
Leaving behind the abrasive emery,
in the absent gaze of those sapphire eyes.
-Avais Gilani
