A present

A present

Wandering through the straits at the shore,
The velvet drizzle dropping unfelt.
The world seems so bleak, so sere;
Nothing moulded of mirth.
The gods complain.
For I stole the beauty…safe in my heart.

The solace helps me glide, a trance touchable.
A finger I dip in the dark night sky,
A façade of satin so taut, glistens.
The essence I reject. A mere weave.
Your hair, dark magic.
Rude it’d be if I gifted them to you.

Wandering through the deserts
To find a golden gleam, a jewel to gift.
The sands spring an arcadia! Oh so frolic!
The world senses you in my heart,
My paradise, my vistas,
My love, all for you.

The tinge of a rose, a sinking sun;
I scoop the mantling in my cupped hands;
Ah! No worth…the bleak bauble.
Your rubicund visage, my dawn.
Wonder I, how god turned an artist.
His oeuvre made for me.

The ocean’s depths, the ruby’s heart
Bow in defeat. Your eyes so mystic outshine.
A gift I was looking for
The depths and grains, I delved all.
Alas! What can the worlds offer?
For they draw beauty from you.

A gift I thought to offer,
Nothing of this creation I can.
My devotion, my love for you
Is all I am left with. Me,
a pauper groping for life.
Groping for a path to your heart.

17/12/06