BETWEEN TWO STROKES OF MIDNIGHT

              THE flower of silence opens in the sky;
              A moon encalmed, a poised and frozen song,
              Has gained the zenith where the clouds go by
              Unconvoyed by the shadow-shape of wrong.

              Half of twelve to usher midnight's chiming;
              Three yoked with three to harbinger new day;
              Between, untimefast silences are climbing
              To the hilltop glint where golden Truth Beams play.

              Emptied of time, this rift between two beats
              Of the hammer, fate, upon mortality ,-
              This threshing-floor whereon our being meets
              The Living One who bears us, henceforth, free.
                                                                            

Arjava

28 July 1934

           Sri Aurobindo's Comment :

                    The Poem is a very good one, finished in diction and harmonious in rhythm.