The distant call

Some home coming and street affairs,
Intoxicating fragrant flairs,
Ensnaring my senses to the extent,
I lost my soul in that distance.

It was so slight and fragile,
I was embarking to scrutinize,
Forget those rosy-Lily adventures,
The night was just about to spring.

The unravelling truth of my life,
Lies in my blue corazon,
Impulsively it was unknown,
It was as ugly as a crone.

The tranquil ambience of that night,
Gave my consciousness a new insight,
This silver lining now seems unheard,
Silence is a poem with no words.